8 things I’ve learned from eight years of therapy

Eight years ago, I sat hungover in my dorm room unable to recall the night before. I looked over my side to see a note left by my roommate, along with a tub of Advil.

Out for brunch but figured you’d want to sleep in. You’ll probably need this. xo

I propped it open, noticing that I left my water bottle on the other side of the room. My body ached and…