It’s more than two and a half years later, and I still remember what she said to me, turning my entire life upside down. It was a late evening appointment, so the waiting room wasn’t packed.
Comfortable on the plush lavender sofa, I attempted to relax with a hot cup of lemon ginger tea and the lobby’s ambient meditation music.
I hadn’t met with my psychiatrist in a while. So much had transpired since my last visit. After some small talk, she pulled up my file on her laptop.Read more on themighty.com