Hi Friends,
Here’s something about me many of you don’t know: I have published 13 books under three separate names. Two are pseudonyms.
Fiona Rosenbloom, my first pen name, wrote a series of young adult books that came out in 2005 & 2007.
Yesterday, an updated version of the 2005 book was re-released. You can buy a copy of You Are SO Not Invited to My Bat Mitzvah! for your favorite tween right now!
Now, onto my favorite topic: THERAPY!
If you haven’t seen the dedicated Therapy issue of the New Yorker, it’s a must-read.
The End of Therapy
Last week was one of the most significant weeks of my adult life.
On Wednesday, July 19th, at 5:15 pm, after 23 years together, I had my last therapy session with my beloved therapist, R.
I started seeing her in 2000.
There were times I took months off, and for the past two years, I’ve seen her only twice a month, but for 23 years, R has been my ride-or-die.
She was the most consistent thing in my life, my longest relationship, and ultimately, a bonus mother.
So why did it end?
To read on and learn why I started therapy, why I stayed in it for over two decades, and how I knew it was time to end, please upgrade.
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