"I didn’t know how to tell her that her life coach just wasn’t helping anymore”
Ruchy had first come to my office shortly after the birth of her second baby. She had never seen a psychiatrist before and had a general fear of doctors.
She was one of those patients who laughed nervously at things that weren’t particularly funny and teared up at things that weren’t all that horrible. As we spoke, she squeezed the armrests of her chair so hard her knuckles practically turned white.
With her husband, Heshy, at her side, though, she was able to push herself forward in what was obviously an uncomfortable situation.
They were a sweet European chassidish couple, true erliche Yidden with good yichus on both sides, more than enough parnassah from his father’s diamond trade to live comfortably, and a respected standing within their kehillah. On the outside, a perfect life.
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