“If I Had Legs I’d Kick You” sees therapy how it is

For those seeking a listening ear, a path forward, or just a place to empty their overstuffed emotional baggage for an unvarnished look at all of life’s good and the bad, therapy can be a godsend.

Finding a therapist, however, is often the equivalent of slowly making your way through Hell with nothing but a dimly lit lantern. As one descends the underworld’s nine circles, they must be careful not to let ne’er-do-wells and scoundrels extinguish their flame. This therapist is a poor listener; that one’s a pill-pusher; the one recommended by your seemingly well-adjusted good friend has nothing to offer but platitudes better suited for bumper stickers. Or, if you’re as unfortunate as I once was, you’ll get a one-upper, the kind of therapist who replies to your problems by telling you it could