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After ten minutes, she choked out, "I think I'm broken."

She’d driven past it a hundred times. Once, she’d even gone inside. That was three months ago, for the intake. She’d sat in the crisp, navy-blue waiting area, signed a tablet, and felt a flicker of hope. Then she’d canceled the next five appointments. thriveworks counseling & psychiatry woodstock

The office was warm. Not the fake, corporate warmth of a bank, but a genuine, lamplit kind of warm. A receptionist named Chloe offered her a tea without being asked. "First session back?" Chloe asked gently. Nora just nodded. After ten minutes, she choked out, "I think I'm broken

Nora blinked. "It's… loud."

With a sigh that tasted like defeat, she grabbed her wet umbrella and walked in. She’d sat in the crisp, navy-blue waiting area,

Dr. Ramesh pointed out the window, toward the actual Woodstock. "There's a trail behind the Outlet Shoppes. When you feel adrift this week, I want you to walk it. Don't solve anything. Just count the number of different leaves you see. That’s your homework."

For the first time in six months, Nora cried. Not the polite, single-tear kind of cry, but the ugly, heaving, can’t-breathe kind. Dr. Ramesh didn't hand her a tissue immediately. He let her have the moment.