At 6 A.M. My Daughter Texted Me About the Money She Took and Said She Was Gone for Good

excusing it or catastrophizing it. In one of our early sessions she asked me what I thought I had needed from Lucy that I had never allowed myself to ask for directly. It took me the better part of an hour to find the answer. I had needed to be seen. Not as a provider, not as a resource, not as the inexhaustible mother who would always be there, but continue reading …