I’ve always believed that being part of the Batang '90s made me resilient-we were built strong. But even the strongest go through seasons of breaking. Two events in my life have deeply shaken me. First, the separation from my wife-a life-changing moment that left me feeling unmoored. In the aftermath, I found a therapist who, in the span of 12 sessions, helped me feel seen, understood, and even happy again.
That bond, though comforting and meaningful, isn’t meant to go beyond the boundaries of our sessions. And now, I find myself facing another kind of goodbye-one that’s hard to put into words. How do you gently let go of someone who helped you hold yourself together?