There is a particular kind of account that surfaces early in therapy — coherent, practiced, assembled from real experience. Someone describing how they always end up in the same situation, how they have never quite been able to do the thing they said they wanted,...
Sunday afternoon, somewhere in Greenwich or Westport or Darien. The weekend has been fine — a soccer game, a dinner, a walk that went long. The email was closed. The phone was mostly down. And then somewhere around four o'clock, without anything changing in the...
There is a particular kind of frustration that brings people to therapy in New York — not confusion about what the pattern is, but the inability to stop it despite knowing exactly what it is. The relationship dynamic that keeps returning in different configurations. The...
The spreadsheet existed. So did the pros-and-cons list, the conversations with people whose judgment was trusted, the months of quiet deliberation during the commute and on weekend mornings when the house was still. Every angle of the decision had been examined. And still, nothing moved....