Why My Therapist Blocked Me
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Contenido adultoConcluida lun, mar 3, 20255m
I thought therapy was about being honest, so when my therapist asked, "How do you cope with stress?" I said, "Mostly by imagining elaborate revenge plots." She laughed nervously and said, "As long as you don't act on them." I laughed back and said, "Yeah... act." Now my sessions are canceled, her office is empty, and apparently, I'm "a red flag."
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