The idea is to do something new.
I do not wear Bill Cosby sweaters, or sensible brown shoes. Or seem vaguely bored.
I do not have a noise machine grumbling outside my office. I work out of my apartment.
I’ve been a patient. That’s how I ended up a therapist.
Welcome to The People’s Therapist.
Not your grandmother’s therapist.
On the other hand…maybe I am your grandmother’s therapist.
Does that weird you out?
Please put your feelings into words.
That’s what I’ll be doing.