“I’m still not sure why I’m here… what this whole therapy is all about…” I said to my therapist back then. “What, indeed, is therapy?” ...

I am feeling these stirrings in my heart, the pain that ripples through — stronger, stronger — when I think of our encounter. The soothing ...

Don’t touch meMy skin is brittlePaper thinThe slightest touchWill make me bleed Don’t reach meThe invitationNot to be aloneWill uncork in meA well of need ...

I came into the session feeling pathetic. Feeling awkward. It happens often, especially after the holidays invade the calendar and snatch up several therapy days. ...