Fix You
Jane’s hand paused less than an inch away from the door to Doctor Bishop’s office. She didn’t know why. She didn’t feel ashamed about seeing a therapist, mental health was just like physical health, something to be maintained and treated. When something wasn’t feeling right, the first thing you did was see a professional. It all made perfect sense, but something was keeping her from knocking. Maybe they could discuss that as part of the session, she decided, overruling her body’s temporary...