I started going to therapy a month ago, almost exactly. Yesterday was my fourth week, and the last before a three week break for vacation and surgery.
It was a chill day, I didn’t have anything major to talk about; I haven’t been feeling as utterly fragile and defensive as I was the first day I went in. We talked a lot about the job interview Thursday, and the surgery I get on the 20th. My favorite question she asked was something…
