When people ask the question “What’s wrong with me?” in therapy, I always reply “nothing.”
Of course, that doesn’t prevent me from asking the same question about myself.
Last night, I asked “What’s wrong with me?” when I realized that I had forgotten to take my medications on Sunday night. That’s the second time in a couple of months that I’ve forgotten. What’s wrong with that? I need to take my warfarin every day to maintain consistent blood clotting because of my mechanical valve.
Because it doesn’t help to ask “What’s wrong with me?” and it does help to take my warfarin every day, from now on I’m going to double check whether I’ve taken my pills every night before I go to bed.
Is there anything wrong with these images?
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I also asked “What’s wrong with me?” last night when my song “Castrophizing” didn’t get much of a response from the Open Mic audience at the Cantab Lounge in Cambridge. Here’s a performance of “Catastrophizing” from last year, when I wasn’t asking “What’s wrong with me?”
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Who else has ever asked themselves “What’s wrong with me?”
Repeat the answer with me: Nothing!
Thanks to all who are here for this what’s-wrong-with-me post, including YOU!
