I did not have much faith in therapy. I had seen how therapists failed to catch the severity of Yush’s depression and how Papa manipulated therapy to deepen your self-doubt. In my own life, therapy had been a form of witness, a place where I could be honest when I had no other space to speak my truth. But therapy had never been a place where I learned new coping skills, gained insight into my behaviors, challenged myself, or found a sense of peace.
