The last time I sought help for my depression, I went through a slew of psychologists and psychiatrists. Having grown up in the church, I even visited a few Christian therapists. The one I ended up choosing was not Christian; rather, she was a prim and proper Jewish woman with a smooth, articulate voice that managed to cut through all the BS in my life. Unlike other therapists who were prone to asking, "So how does that make you feel?" or "What do you think that means?" she actually analyzed my thoughts and reactions, often giving her opinion and advice on top of my jumbled interpretation of events. She was not afraid to chastise me, which made me shed quite a few...
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