The first time I decided to consistently see a therapist was in 2016, almost 4 years after my mother passed away. I had not so gracefully taken in my sister who was 14, separated and reconciled with my husband, changed jobs and was hanging on by a thread! The day before my sister’s high school graduation, I sat in her office and could not stop crying. Life was too much. During our session I took a call from my brother…
