I thought I knew burnout: at one point, I was working three jobs while taking enough college credits to qualify as double-full-time; I’ve worked in community mental health and in an adolescent inpatient facility; I’ve been running my private practice for years without a “biller” or administrative assistant, while also being the primary parent to my children. It turns out, even all that had not produced what I thought was burnout. How do I know, you might ask? Because last yea

Imagine this: you’ve been with your therapist for approximately 47 minutes. It has been a decent session, you have discussed your week and some of your more manageable struggles, and even discussed strategies to practice addressing them this week. You finally feel comfortable. That comfort emboldens you to disclose something deeper, more personal. You can’t hold it in any longer, so you share this deeply meaningful, perhaps wounded part of yourself with your therapist. For ap