Before I begin, a word of thanks.
You see, as a therapist, everything you do is hidden. You go to work every day, and you are bound by a code of silence. The sun can come up, and the sun can go down, and it is essential that no one know the people with whom you shared a singular bond while the Earth spun around. You must not tell anyone what transpired. The therapeutic space must be protected, and so everything you do, think, and feel must also remain tucked away.
And then one day you start a blog.
Your ideas begin to wind their way out of the lonely and safe space between your ears, through your fingertips, and they end up on the glowing screens of people you know, and of people you don’t know. I’ll be honest: that makes me nervous. Suddenly, those concerns about performance and…
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