Therapist Said We Should Not
Eighteen months of sessions. He helped me name my patterns. When I terminated, he shook my hand and said, "Call if you struggle." I called at midnight.
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Eighteen months of sessions. He helped me name my patterns. When I terminated, he shook my hand and said, "Call if you struggle." I called at midnight.
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