Page 27 in the series Before the Pirates Came*
The couple’s family doctor recommended a reputable psychologist, a Christian counselor, an appropriate choice since she and Brian were active in the church. Once the psychologist was convinced that Miranda knew and believed the Gospel message, he pronounced her cured, her depressive symptoms never to return.
But since Miranda was a quick study, she listened closely to the doctor at every appointment. She figured out what he would require in order for her to “graduate,” and spoke the Bible story back to him like a parrot perched on his fake leather couch. It’s not that she didn’t want to get well, it’s that she wanted to stop wasting his time and hers. It was a short relationship, and Miranda continued to get worse.
There were many appointments with many doctors. There were doctors in the city and doctors in town, and one whose hourly rate was more per hour than her neighbor’s car payment. There was a nationally acclaimed expert on psychiatric drugs who only wanted to talk about sex.
She saw a young Korean doctor who spoke little English but was quick to prescribe the exact drug the expert rejected. The medication was later determined to make her actual condition worse. Fortunately, the side effects were unbearable and the pills were discontinued before any real harm could be done. The last psychiatrist gestured toward three framed photos of his beautiful children and said he wished he had never become a parent.
During the months prior to the onset of her depression, Miranda was a busy and capable member of the Providence community. She chaired the entertainment committee for the annual Symphony Ball, played golf and tennis with the wives at the club, and published her first newsletter as president of the local Orchid Society.
She gardened, she volunteered, she took classes. Brian found her level of energy astounding. It wasn’t long ago that she was affectionate, sexy, and even teased Brian over dinner, begging him to take her home. Brian was never more in love or more satisfied. Now he was desperate and confused, but his devotion never wavered.
Miranda decorated their lovely home and went shopping till her heart’s content. Actually, she went shopping alot before she became ill, sometimes spending so much that even Brian, with all his money, raised an eyebrow at their credit card statements. But that was okay. He just wanted her to be happy. If buying pretty things would make her feel better, it was okay with him. He just wanted his wife back.
*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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