The Couch

And Me

The first time I walked into therapy, my therapist gave me the choice of lying down on a couch or sitting in a chair facing him. “Chair,” I said, before he even finished his explanation. A few months later, he suggested I try lying down on the couch. I adamantly refused, and when he asked why, I said, “I’m a cartoonist, right? It would be like worlds colliding. I would be my own character. I would never be able to take it seriously. I would-” He stopped me there, and in a herculean display of professionalism, only emotionally rolled his eyes.

Now, obviously, lying down on a couch in therapy is totally fine. Couch therapy, chair therapy, Zoom therapy, I’m no expert, but they all seem to do the job as best they can. And of course, the therapists’ couch is one of the biggest cartoonist tropes there is. I’ll put it right below the desert island, but that may be personal preference.

Or perhaps, at the heart of it, the desert island and the therapist's couch are really gnawing at the same bone: that sense of lying back, looking up, and wondering if you are all alone.

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OK, now shake it off! Here are a few more therapy cartoons from the depths of my files.

Enjoy!

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Thank you all for indulging in my melancholy musings. I’m curled up at home this week with a mild case of pneumonia, which brings me one ailment closer to winning Let’s See What I Can Catch In Kindergarten Bingo. My co-teacher and I are tied, I believe. Luckily, we are pretty good at taking turns being out.

I hope you have a good rest of the week.

-Avi

P.S. It’s not too late to grab a cartoon right here! There is one hand drawn original and two prints up in my shop! If there is any other cartoon you’d like as an original or print, feel free to reach out too.