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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.

"And now I'm adrift," she whispered.

Her husband, Mark, didn't understand. "Just go talk to someone," he'd say, as if her anxiety were a leaky faucet he was tired of hearing drip. thriveworks counseling & psychiatry woodstock

After ten minutes, she choked out, "I think I'm broken." For the first time in six months, Nora cried