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Show 268 Doubts "Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough." I am talking with Faith. She has come down to visit me in this hospital, something that is certainly not a part of her job. "What?" she is responding, with a short laugh. "Maybe if I just relax somehow all this will just go away." I am looking at one of my fisted hands, trying, as I speak, to straighten my legs out from then permanently folded position. "You think this is all in your head?" Her eyebrows are arched in disbelief. "It would be nice," I say, thinking how easy it would be if only I could just see a shrink for a few years, figure out why I would have a psychological need for massive muscle spasms, then relax and unfold and go on about my life. Faith is shaking her head at the floor, smiling. "Yeah, it would be nice." We sit in silence for a minute, contemplating those possibilities. "Do you really think you've made this up?" she asks. |
