Therapy. Psychologist. Social worker. Shrink. These words make many people cringe with discomfort, unsure about what really happens in that mysterious room. Recently, a close friend confided in me that she is seeing a therapist. “I love my therapist!” she raved. Before beginning therapy, she had felt suspicious towards the practice. She said she’d rather [...]
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