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THERAPY | HEALING | SMASHING STIGMAS
How a Woman I Barely Knew Became My Lifeline
I thought it was for the weak or privileged until I met her
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Her name was Joy. Can you imagine? It beamed from my laptop screen like some poltergeist ready to enter me. This was the sign I needed. Without even seeing her face, I knew she was the one. Anyone had to be better than my first experience with therapy. That woman needed an overhaul of her skills, so off the mark on our first meeting, I wondered if she got her license from inside a Cornflakes box.
I can’t even remember her name. She was a psychiatrist, the top of the food chain — a chain I’d never had anything to do with previously. I ended up in her office via a friend. Brandon had been seeing her for years. It should’ve been a red flag from the start. He had so many issues, I wondered why he kept going back. It clearly wasn’t working.
He had more money than sense, I thought. In hindsight, she’d probably attributed to his fuckedupness. Such is the power of psychiatry when it’s in the wrong hands, dealing with the broken and vulnerable. To those devoted worshippers, their therapist holds the power of the Gods.
The relationship between the…
