Has psychotherapy been chasing me all this time, and did it finally catch me?
If there were any way to describe my relationship with this "not-quite-queen-of-sciences" and "not-entirely-a-science," it would definitely involve some pretty "passionate" terms. In this slightly ironic text, I want to reflect on how I hit rock bottom (or top) with psychotherapy, what preceded it, and why it still won't let me go. And why I won't let go of it either. We’re locked in this together.
