Alphabet Writing Exercise: Begin the first sentence with A and each sentence with the corresponding letter after that until you get to Z.
Plot – Marcy is calling to set up an appointment with a therapist.
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Anticipation of this phone call has weighed on Marcy Albright all day. Before she felt comfortable calling a therapist, her coworker recommended, she felt compelled to google his credentials. Charles, “Chuck”, Mattingly was a licensed counselor with twenty-five years of experience working with people who had prolonged grief; Marcy felt the need to know something about the person she would allow to poke around inside of her head. Dialing his number was easy but dealing with the grief of losing her mother seemed impossible. Exactly six months ago Marcy received a call from her mother’s nurse that Evelyn Moore had passed peacefully in her sleep. Frankly, that had been how Marcy had hoped her mother would pass on. Gently and without pain is the best she could have hoped for but the cancer had taken so much; Marcy did not want a peaceful death to be one of those things.
Half way across the room Marcy was pacing and working up the courage to make an appointment with Charles. Inevitably, she knew she would make the appointment but fear held her back. Just as she dialed his number, she took a deep breath and then Charle’s booming voice answered the phone. “Kindred Spirit Counseling Services, this is Chuck speaking. How may I help you?” spouted Charles. Licking her lips to settle her nerves, Marcy stammered “Ah, yes, my name is Marcy and I was hoping to set up an appointment with you? Are you taking new patients?”. “Mmh, I see, yes I am taking on new folks at this time” Charles advised, “What do you need to be seen for?”. Nodding his head while writing, Charles jotted down Marcy’s hasty explanation of needing to be seen for grief related to the passing of her mother. “On the one hand, I feel like I have to talk to someone about losing my mother. It’s been six months and it feels like I just lost her” Marcy said deflatingly. Pleasantly, Charles responded “Marcy grief has no expiration date and many people feel that way after a loved one passes away. I am glad you called”. Questioning Marcy about a few of her other symptoms, Charles began searching his calendar for dates Marcy could be seen. Relief began pulsating through Marcy’s body; she felt hopeful for the first time since her mother passed. Soon both Charles and Marcy decided on Tuesday, October 3rd as the time for their first appointment. Tuesdays always worked best for Marcy as she always had that day off to caretake for her mother and she never bothered to have her supervisor at the airline change it. Unfortunately, Macy traveled so frequently but worked to be placed on a local route from Nashville to Chicago so she would be within hours of her mother if things got worse, which they had.
Very happily, Marcy confirmed her appointment time with Charles and she allowed her feelings of hopefulness to wash over her. Wishing she had done this sooner; Macy began wondering what kind of therapist Mr. Mattingly would be. Xing and circling the appointment information made Marcy feel better as well. Yet, she couldn’t help but have a pit of anxiety in her stomach at the thought of going to talk to someone about herself. Zero chances her mother would have approved of her doing so.