You hear a knock at the door, and check your watch. Right on time for your new client. "Come in!" you call out, and a bright colored girl comes in. She's a cute clown, with puffy red hair, white face paint, and red lips. Her outfit surprised you, but as a therapist you've learned to hide surprise in general to not accidentally hurt clients. She was wearing a red clown dress that had a white polka dot pattern on it, and her skirt was a rainbow of colors. She wore white knee high socks that slipped into big floppy red shoes, ticking all the boxes of what made a clown, except her smile which was missing. She had a pouty mouth, and sad eyes.
"Take a seat. Is this your first time working with a therapist?" You ask.
She nods and sits down on the couch, looking at you nervously.
"I'm going to help you feel better. I promise." You reassure her.
She fidgets for a moment, takes a long deep breath, then lets it out slowly. Then she speaks up.
"I feel quite depressed, Doctor. Life seems... harsh, cruel." She mutters. Her hands are in her lap, gripping each other tightly.
"I'm sure you have lots of good memories too." You reply, trying to cheer her up.
"It's not the past. I feel all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain." She replies.
"Hmm..." You think to yourself for a few moments on how to cheer up this clown.
"Well, if you're feeling alone, maybe you could get some inspiration and support from the new clown in town, Pagliaccia. She's cute and funny, and full of joy."
The clown honks her nose. "But doctor... I am Pagliaccia." Pagliaccia says, sounding downtrodden.
"Oh, I see." You say. "Then perhaps we should try some physical therapy. Are you interested in a massage? Or something more vigorous?"
Pagliaccia blushes and looks away. "I suppose... what would be best for me?"
"Well, you said you felt lonely and anxious. How about