The day my psychiatrist "fired" me, I can't say that I much cared at the time. I'm sure her breakup speech was decent -- had I paid enough attention to hear anything other the metrical tap-tap-taps of my work phone upon which her sounds so blithely intruded. I liked my psychiatrist. Her chaise made for a cozy confessional not far from my downtown San Francisco office. I began seeing her in 2016; I was in my early 20s and a first-year litigation associate at a Biglaw f...
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