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.
Nora almost laughed. Leaves? She had come here for psychiatry, for brain chemistry, for a diagnosis. She’d expected a prescription pad. Instead, she got leaves. thriveworks counseling & psychiatry woodstock
"Loud is good," he said. "It drowns out the noise we carry inside." For the first time in six months, Nora cried