The Weight of Everything Unsaid đź’” Austynn sat across from me, stirring coffee that had gone cold an hour ago, eyes fixed on the table. This was the third session. Outside, rain fell with indifference. Inside, a young person was […]
In the Therapy Room: When Compassion Becomes a Prison
đź”— The Sacrifice of Self on the Altar of False Responsibility The woman who sat across from me shifted uncomfortably in her chair, eyes darting between my face and the obsidian skull on my bookshelf. Raven—not her birth name, but […]
In the Therapy Room: When Friendship Gets Physical and Complicated
Friends with Benefits Minus the Benefits 🤔 She sat across from me, twisting the ring on her middle finger like it might somehow crank out the answer she was looking for. “I know this sounds ridiculous,” Tessa said, “but I […]
In the Therapy Room: Emotional Labor and the Invisible Tax on Women
I was sitting in my favorite espresso bar on the Upper East Side, nursing a double shot after an especially intense session when I heard it. A young woman’s desperate phone call to her mother—the exasperation, the silent seething, the […]
In the Therapy Room: Toxic Relationships and Emotional Surveillance
The Relationship Minefield đź’” Last Tuesday, Tanya sat across from me in that weathered leather chair that’s absorbed more tears than a thousand tissues. Her fingers twisted nervously as she described her relationship—a digital love affair spanning continents that had […]
Therapy Confessions: The Ghost-Quit Syndrome
The grease from the fryer slicked her hands even after two washes. Zephyrine hunched over, sobbing in the bathroom. The restaurant chaos buzzed beyond the door—orders backing up, the manager’s voice rising above the din, customers complaining about wait times. […]
In the Therapy Room: Healing from Trauma and Reclaiming Identity
The Echo of Past Wounds đź’” The worst kind of darkness isn’t found in empty rooms or midnight skies, but in the shadowed corners of a soul where trauma has made its home. It’s there—in those hidden spaces—that the past […]
Therapy Confessions: When Friendship Feels Like Free Labor
Manhattan in February has a way of exposing more than just your inadequate winter wardrobe. ❄️ There he was, slouched in my butter-soft leather armchair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose – Kaeden, 34, investment analyst by day, emotional […]
Therapy Confessions: The Client Who Couldn’t Slow Down
Last Tuesday, a woman walked into my office exactly seven minutes early, laptop bag still slung over her shoulder, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, thumbs typing furiously. She didn’t look up when she sat down, just held […]
