Maybe You Should Talk to Someon - Lori Gottlieb Page 0,179

together—about the light that shines in the cloudy night—belting out the verses at the top of our lungs as if we were at a karaoke bar, dancing exuberantly in the same room in which I’d fallen apart in despair.

There will be an answer, let it be

The music ended sooner than I’d expected, just as our sessions sometimes did. But rather than feeling like I needed more time, I found something satisfying about our time being up.

Not long before this, I’d told Wendell that I’d begun thinking about what it would be like to stop coming to therapy. So much had changed over the course of the year, and I was feeling not just better equipped to handle life’s challenges and uncertainties but also more peaceful inside. Wendell had smiled—it was the smile I’d seen recently that seemed to mean I’m delighted for you—then asked if we should talk about termination.

I wavered. Not yet.

Now, though, as Wendell placed his iPhone back in his drawer and returned to his spot on the couch, the time seemed right. There’s a biblical saying that translates roughly as “First you will do, then you will understand.” Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith and experience something before its meaning becomes apparent. It’s one thing to talk about leaving behind a restrictive mindset. It’s another to stop being so restrictive. The transfer of words into action, the freedom of it, made me want to carry that action outside the therapy room and into my life.

And with that, I was ready to set a date to leave.

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A Pause in the Conversation

The strangest thing about therapy is that it’s structured around an ending. It begins with the knowledge that our time together is finite, and the successful outcome is that patients reach their goals and leave. The goals are different for each person, and therapists talk to their patients about what those goals are. Experiencing less anxiety? Relationships going more smoothly? Being kinder to yourself? The endpoint depends on the patient.

In the best case, the ending feels organic. There might be more to do, but we’ve done a lot, enough. The patient feels good—more resilient, more flexible, more able to navigate daily life. We’ve helped them hear the questions they didn’t even know they were asking: Who am I? What do I want? What’s in my way?

It seems silly, though, to deny that therapy is also about forming deep attachments to people and then saying goodbye.

Sometimes therapists find out what happens afterward, if patients come back at a later point in their lives. Other times we’re left to wonder. How are they doing? Is Austin thriving after leaving his wife and coming out as a gay man in his late thirties? Is Janet’s husband with Alzheimer’s still alive? Did Stephanie stay in her marriage? There are so many stories left unfinished, so many people I think about but will never see again.

“Will you remember me?” Julie had asked, but the question wasn’t unique to her situation.

And today I’m saying goodbye to Wendell. We’ve been talking about this goodbye for weeks, but now that it’s here, I don’t know how to thank him. As an intern, I was taught that when patients thank us, it helps to remind them that they did the hard work.

It’s all you, we tend to say. I was just here to guide you. And in a sense, that’s true. The fact that they picked up the phone and decided to come to therapy and then work through things every week is something no one else could do for them.

But we’re also taught something else that we can’t really understand until we’ve done thousands of hours of sessions: We grow in connection with others. Everyone needs to hear that other person’s voice saying, I believe in you. I can see possibilities that you might not see quite yet. I imagine that something different can happen, in some form or another. In therapy we say, Let’s edit your story.

Early on, when I was talking about Boyfriend, in my view an open-and-shut case of I’m-the-innocent-injured-party-here, Wendell said, “You want me to agree with you.” I said that I didn’t want him to agree with me (though I did!), I just wanted him to be sensitive to the shock I was experiencing, and then I proceeded to tell him exactly how I wanted him to do that. At that point he said that I was trying to “control the therapy” and that my attempts to bend