Dr. Regina Carlson Psychotherapy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a little girl walked past Dr. Regina Carlson’s office and stopped abruptly, pointing at something on the sidewalk. Her mother asked what she saw, but before she could answer, another child nearby also froze, staring intently at the same spot. As they both leaned closer, an older gentleman passing by chuckled and said, ‘It looks like someone left their dreamcatcher here.’ They all laughed, realizing it was just an ordinary wind chime. The little girl giggled and ran off, while her mom shook her head with a smile, thinking maybe Dr. Carlson had patients everywhere—even outside her own door.’

2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to the clinic and noticed something odd—a faint, sweet scent seemed to waft from the open window. Curious, he leaned in closer, only to hear soft laughter coming from inside. Peeking through the window, he saw an elderly lady with a big smile on her face, holding a cup of tea and chatting animatedly with someone off-screen. Confused but intrigued, he knocked gently on the door. ‘Oh hello!’ said Dr. Carlson cheerfully, ushering him in. ‘Just having a little tea party with my imaginary friend.’ The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was all perfectly normal—just another day at Dr. Regina Carlson’s psychotherapy clinic.

3. In the early morning, a jogger rounded the corner and nearly tripped over something odd on the sidewalk. It was an old-fashioned typewriter, its keys dusty but intact, seemingly left there overnight. As he bent down to pick it up, he heard a soft voice from behind: ‘Excuse me, could you please return my typewriter?’ Turning around, he saw an elderly lady in a tweed suit smiling warmly. She introduced herself as Dr. Regina Carlson, explaining that she must’ve left it outside her clinic during her late-night sessions. The jogger laughed, handing back the antique machine with a smile, thinking to himself, ‘Now that’s one busy therapist!’

4. At dawn, a jogger rounded the corner and heard an odd humming noise coming from inside the clinic's closed windows. Curious, they peered through the glass and saw Dr. Carlson dancing enthusiastically to her favorite jazz playlist. Startled by their presence, she waved cheerfully and invited them in for tea. Since then, early morning visitors often stop by for a cup of coffee and a chat with Dr. Carlson, who turns out to be quite a friendly neighborhood therapist.