I was going to be in therapy for a long, long time. I wasn’t even a sentence yet. But I had some syllables, some new sounds. The first halves of the sentences I was accumulating were solid. I trusted them.

“I couldn’t bear to think of my mother loving me but unable to face me, to stare…”

“He said I was learning to talk about my life more objectively so that it felt l…”

“Don’t get sucked in, Dave was always saying to me. Kind of like Helder’s contai…”

“I’d set out to write a book about how we learn to trust our own experience in t…”