THINGS MY THERAPIST SAID

 
                                                                                                                                                    A cartoon about a bad therapist                                                                                       ** The  therapist in these illustrations is a figment of my imagination.                                                                                                                                                                               Don't overthink it.

                                                                                                                                                   A cartoon about a bad therapist

                                                                                     ** The  therapist in these illustrations is a figment of my imagination. 

                                                                                                                                                                            Don't overthink it.

 
 

I don't have a therapist.

I've never had one. 

And on some days , I wish I did.

Fortunately for me, my problems  (today) are small enough to be worked through with Google and friends and family and family-like friends who have access to a therapist and are willing , on occasion, to start their sessions with the phrase,

"Asking for a friend..."

But often times, I wonder, what if my  problems become

Bigger. 

Unmanageable.

What if I need to see a therapist ? Living in Ghana, where do I start? Who do I call?

On Saturday, 7th October 2017, there was a gas explosion at Atomic Junction, Accra Ghana. For those of us who barely heard its thunder, it was surreal. But what about those at Atomic and Madina? Those who looked up and saw death in a flame, engulfed sky? Those who had six children but only two arms to carry them with? Those who were hit with the madness of fear and knew that to fall in its stampede was to die? Where is the treatment of post-traumatic stress disorder for them? When they find themselves wide awake past midnight because they are too afraid to close their eyes, who can they turn to?

This cartoon is silly. It's words come from sarcastic conversations I have with myself when I need to de-stress. But with every silly, Wednesday  illustration, you will find in the comments section, some helpful research on mental health services in Ghana

 I sincerely hope it helps.

Love,

Yabs

 
Yaba ArmahComment