I resisted reading this one, because therapy is a thing I experience every week and I didn’t really think I wanted to get in that headspace even more or read about other people’s therapy experiences... but I’m SO VERY GLAD both my bookish BFFs convinced me to give it a go. This book is powerful and meaningful and rich and tender and moving and REAL and so, so, so fully displayed what it’s like to be in therapy (and what I imagine it’s like to be a therapist, too). I highlighted and marked the heck out of it, and cried at the way the stories wrapped up and the book came to an end. Oof. So, so good.