Bridget sat in my office for the third session and said something that stopped me cold: “I’m just not the kind of person other people want around.” Not sad. Not angry. Just factual, like she was telling me her shoe […]
In the Therapy Room: The Invisible Frames That Shape Our Mental Health
The Weight of Everything Unsaid 💔 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: The Invisible Structures around Loneliness
You are not a passive recipient of circumstance. You are an active author of your becoming through the force of your will.
In the Therapy Room: The Architecture of Self-Protection and the Invisible Costs of Solitude
We start to believe that our trauma has revealed something true about us, rather than something true about what we endured.
I’m Dating Myself
Picture it: happy hour, midtown Manhattan. You’re perched on an overpriced barstool, listening to your friend describe their fifth mediocre date this month. “They were perfectly nice,” they sigh, swirling an artisanal cocktail. “Great job, attractive, funny. But I just […]
