My fave therapist was the one I sat in complete silence with for several consecutive sessions to see how long it would take to make her mad. It didn’t work. She changed my life. I miss her.
Her fall from grace is damn near worthy of being academically studied. Also I keep thinking about how it must feel to be meg and have an actual living legend behave like this at you. Must be truly surreal in her shoes. Such a shame.
My pops hung around for a couple weeks after he passed. I was devastated. I distinctly recall the sensation of when he left, I was outside staring at the moon and suddenly felt very alone and without his presence. He still wakes me up in dreams though. I miss him permanently.
Lmao. Full respect. My old man used to say “you can use me as an excuse to get out of anything you want. Just tell them I’m an asshole and said no and I’ll back ya up.” Was a very comforting ace up the sleeve navigating adolescence