The

The You never know who you're talking to, really ever, because some of the best people you've ever

can be capable of absolutely the worst things you can ever imagine.

I sat in front of one of the worst people in the world,

and I had no idea. He was perfectly nice to me and professional to the bone. I knew about his

reputation, his research, and his published books. I thought that I was in great hands, and for all

intents and purposes, I was. And I'm ashamed to say that he helped me, but I didn't know what he did

to others. So let's go back to the beginning to give you some context. Going to therapy or

psychiatry wasn't as normalized as social media makes it seem nowadays. It definitely wasn't that

popular in my small Mexican town. However, there were several doctors that people respected, and some people would go to therapy

to get help for some serious mental issues, and depression was just kind of sadness to many

people that were in my town.

I signed up for sessions with a greatly recommended man.

I was dealing with stuff that I really didn't

talk about often, and the world was very different just around 15 years ago. My husband had cheated

on me and left me alone to raise a three-year-old, and although I had support for my family,

I didn't see the point in continuing really with anything. At my sister's insistence, I got help.

The doctor, who I'll just call Dr. Sanchez from now on, was fantastic, and that's all I

remember.

He was kind, soft-spoken, and had great advice, including how I should always picture my son

when I had any dark thoughts.

I had to live for him, and that was true.

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