From the Therapy Room

By Yaacov Weiss, LCSW He sat across from me, shoulders slumped, eyes down. I could feel the heaviness before he even spoke. I was...

By Yaacov Weiss, LCSW *He sat across from me looking worn out. Not tired in the physical sense, but rather in the emotional sense. “I...

When Dovid first walked into my office, he looked like any other young professional. Polished, polite, and pleasant. But beneath his...