The Day We Do Not Speak Of

As it goes every weekday, my alarm woke me up so I headed to the bathroom for my morning shower. Everyone else in the house was asleep, having no obligations for the day. As I stepped into the shower, it occurred to me what day it was. I rolled my eyes and muttered, “Oh, Christ.” … Continue reading The Day We Do Not Speak Of

Reflecting on an Undocumented Session

The last time I saw HT in therapy, I didn't provide the full details of the session in a blog post. We mostly discussed my health but at the end of the session, there was an exchange about Carol that I've been thinking about: "She had to do something so terrible to realize that what … Continue reading Reflecting on an Undocumented Session