As a psychotherapist, my work frequently involves watching people cry.
I probably spend as much on Kleenex every year as other professionals spend on printer paper.
Far from being fazed by tears, I welcome them because I know how healing they can be.
But that hasn’t always been the case…
A Short History of My Awkward Cluelessness
I entered adulthood as the original Uncomfortable Witness. Since we didn’t cry in my home when I was growing up, I literally had no idea how to respond to tears. Read More