Look, life’s f**king hard. Between the job, the existential dread, and your mother-in-law’s meatloaf (which might actually be a cry for help), there’s a good chance you’ve considered therapy. 

Maybe you haven’t pulled the trigger yet because you’re picturing some clipboard-wielding stranger in a cardigan nodding silently while you spill your guts. Or WORSE someone who throws therapy-speak at you like a spiritual dodgeball game.