Ever since I was a child, I had carried the same strange fear every night. Whenever the lights went off and the room became quiet, I was convinced that something—or someone—was hiding under my bed. No matter how old I got, that fear stayed with me, and eventually I decided I needed professional help…. Continue Reading
So I went to a psychiatrist and explained everything. I told him I was scared, that I kept imagining someone underneath the bed, and that it was starting to make me feel like I was losing my mind. He listened carefully, then calmly told me that if I came to see him three times a week for a year, he believed we could work through the fear together.
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I asked how much each visit would cost, and he said it was $80 per session. After doing the math in my head, I told him I would sleep on it and come back if I needed to. Months passed, and one day I ran into the psychiatrist on the street. He recognized me immediately and asked why I had never returned for treatment.
I smiled and told him that a bartender had already cured me for only $10. The psychiatrist looked surprised and asked how a bartender could possibly solve a fear like that. I grinned and said, “He told me to cut the legs off the bed—now nobody can hide under there.” Sometimes the simplest solution is also the funniest one.