Social Anxiety in INFJs: Absorbing Everyone’s Energy
That conference room felt like it was closing in. Twenty voices layered over each other, every person radiating their own…
That conference room felt like it was closing in. Twenty voices layered over each other, every person radiating their own…
The therapy session ended thirty minutes ago, but you’re still processing the weight of what your client shared. Their pain…
The clinical supervision meeting started like any other. Three therapists sat around the table discussing challenging cases, processing countertransference, exploring…
The supervision session started like all the others. I sat across from my clinical director, case notes in hand, ready…
The client across from me was describing her mother’s recent death, and I could feel the grief settling into my…
The appointment notes stack higher each week. You know every client’s treatment plan by heart, track their progress through detailed…
The intake form asked, “Why are you seeking therapy?” I stared at it for fifteen minutes. As a therapist myself,…
Your supervisor asked about boundaries again during yesterday’s case review. The question landed differently this time because you’d just finished…
Forty-seven clinical hours into my week as a therapist, I found myself sitting in my car, unable to remember the…