Break up the bickering, and take your home from battlefield to haven
When Hindy called me one frosty January evening, I heard desperation in her voice. It sounded loud and frenetic in the background. She said she was calling in regards to her children, but couldn’t elaborate on the phone. I put her on my cancellation list for the earliest possible session as she said it was urgent.
The following week, Hindy arrived at my office five minutes late. She seemed harried and distracted as she took a seat.
I explained the intake process to Hindy and waited as she filled out the forms. When she finished signing the necessary documents, she looked at me and burst into tears. Horrified, she quickly grabbed a tissue and tried to gather herself together.
My heart constricted as I watched Hindy remove her glasses, swipe her eyes, and finally meet my gaze.
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