Reasons why I need a therapist

For the most part, my childhood was normal. Except of course, boxed wine.

Through exchanging text messages with my sister, Ashley, I learned of all the reasons why I should be seeing a therapist:

-When Ashley had a bad day, she took it out on me by saying, "I wish I could just take a gun to your head."

-Mom completely ignored my request that Ashley should visit a specialist to treat her for Middle Child Syndrome.

-Even though I had my own room, I always had some little girl sleeping next to me playing tricks on my brain through my sleeping patterns.

-Ashley brainwashed me into telling her what her birthday and Christmas presents were.

-I lived with a hobo for several years. When Paige would come spend the night, she'd bring every article of clothing with her and stack them against the wall.