Writer's Block

I should never check twelve books out of the library at the same time especially when they were culled from over thirty books. Every one of them looks interesting and have passed my readability test. Before I check out a book for pleasure reading, I open to somewhere in the middle of the book and read a page. If the writing style absorbs me immediately, then I know I will enjoy reading that book.

Well, I have twelve books like that now. I'm like a kid in a candy store. I can barely decide which one to read first. I'll read a few pages in one, and then my mind is wandering off to another one. I pick that up and then off I go to taste the next one.

Last night I asked myself, "What is it that you really want to know about this topic?" I checked out these books to find out pertinent details about psychiatrists and their patients. One of the books is the story of a teenager who is locked up in a state mental hospital for being hateful to her mother, skipping school, and taking drugs. I decided to stick with that one (for now --the other books are still calling my name).

My Great-Aunt Grace was put in a mental hospital when she was a young mother. She spent most of her life there until she was moved to a nursing home. She lived her adult life in captivity. As a result, I've always been afraid of the psychiatric community. I've always felt that they would suck the life right out of me if I gave them a chance. One theme of this book will be facing my fears.

I want to put a human face to a psychiatrist. I want to prove that he is a real human and not some monster that wants to see me behind bars. I have always pictured psychiatrists as atheists. As a result, I fear that psychotherapy would suck God right out of my head, too.