My therapist asked me if I was sleeping well, eating enough, managing stress at work, feeling lonely, considering medication, and whether my childhood trauma was "still coming up" — then looked at her notes while I opened my mouth. I spent forty-five minutes nodding and shaking my head like a bobblehead in a car with bad suspension. When the session ended, she said, "I really feel like we made a breakthrough today." I have no idea what color her car is.