Bridget came to me with the kind of problem that doesn’t announce itself loudly but instead seeps into every corner of your life like water damage you don’t notice until the ceiling caves in. She was twenty-something, engaged to a […]
Jas Mendola - Women’s Issues
Therapy Confessions: The Body Armor of Female Friendships andBody Image
She sat across from me in my office, fidgeting with the edge of her cardigan. The late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, laying stripes across the carpet between us. Ava was strong, competent in her corporate role, but today […]