Most weeks once I meet with my therapist, she triages some facet of my life that’s actively bursting on the seams — my incapacity to rationally discuss politics, for instance, or the state of my private funds. However, now and again, life feels uneventful, and I head into classes with nothing to speak about. On a lot of events, I’ve thought of cancelling these appointments. Why waste 45 minutes of my time and spend $30 on a copay once I really feel nice and don’t have anything to say?
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