My problem is that I just wrote an entire post listing off the things that plague my mind from day to day and then deleted it.
I was walking to the train today when a guy stopped me. He was a normal guy, clean, sober, not the typical person who stops me on the street. He asked something and I couldn’t hear him over my headphones. “What? I can’t hear you,” I said. He repeated himself. He asked me if I thought it was normal to want to kill a guy when he saw him beating up a woman. I said, it’s never normal to want to kill a person, but it’s completely normal to have that reaction. I told him that I get angry when I see or hear of that kind of thing, too. He told me that he thinks he gets so mad because he watched his dad beat his mom when he was younger. I told him I was so sorry he had to experience that, and before I could say anything else, he asked me if he should seek therapy. I said yes. He asked why. He asked me what seeing a therapist could do to help him. I’m not a therapist, so I don’t really know entirely, but I said to him, “It’s human nature to want to talk about what is bothering us.” He looked down for a while, and then looked at me and said, “I feel better already having just talked to you about it this much.”
So, you want to know what my problem is? I don’t like talking to people about my problems and I probably should.