The person who books a consultation for anxiety has usually already ruled out coffee. Coffee is normal. Everybody in Dubai drinks it, the office runs on it, and she's been drinking it since university without a problem.
The person who comes in low and anxious has usually already tried the gut. She's read that ninety percent of serotonin is made down there, that the gut is the second brain, that mood starts in the intestine. So when she found that out, the relief was immediate.
The person who comes in about stress has usually already braced herself to be told she lacks willpower. She's heard it from herself for years. So when someone finally explains that this is emotional eating, that it's about stress rather than food, the relief is immediate.
The adult who finally books an ADHD assessment has usually been calling himself lazy for about twenty years. Everyone else got there first. Teachers who wrote that he was bright but not applying himself. A manager who said he needed to be more organised.
The partner who books an appointment for this rarely books it for herself. She comes in wanting strategies for him. Better things to say, ways to get him out of the flat, some approach she has not tried yet.
The person who comes in about sleep has usually already done the homework. She’s read the articles. She’s been told for years that sleep is a discipline problem, a phone problem, a caffeine problem.
The person who comes in flattened by August has usually decided it isn’t a real problem. Everyone lives here. Everyone manages. She’s been telling herself for three summers that the exhaustion is a character issue and not a physiological one.
The person who comes in exhausted and flat has usually braced herself for a lecture about the gym. She’s been told for years that she needs to move more, that discipline is the missing ingredient, that everyone else manages it somehow.
The person who books an appointment about their antidepressants has usually been taking them for a while. Two years, in one common version. The doctor explained it simply at the time.
The person sitting across from you has already had the tests. Bloods came back clean. The ECG was normal. The doctor was kind about it and said the word stress, and she left the surgery feeling quietly dismissed