Therapy Matters

  The thing I love about therapy is that I never completely understand it. To be honest, this is also the thing I don’t like about therapy.   📯📯📯 If you’ll forgive me tooting my own horn for a minute, I’m pretty smart. I was a (mostly) straight-A student in high school and all through[…]


So this story begins where it’s been all my life: a slow supernova of self-loathing and self-fulfilling prophesy expanding in a fireball of snowballing problems, sitting in a therapist’s squeaky leather chair. “Would you like to try something?” she asks. I always say yes, because she’s the professional, isn’t she? It’s[…]