Thriveworks Counseling & Psychiatry Woodstock Review

After ten minutes, she choked out, "I think I'm broken."

The rain over Woodstock, Georgia, wasn’t the gentle kind. It was the type that bounced off the pavement of Towne Lake Parkway in furious, silver needles. Nora sat in her car, gripping the steering wheel, watching the raindrops race each other down the windshield. In her rearview mirror, she could see the sign: thriveworks counseling & psychiatry woodstock

The session unfolded like a map being unrolled. He didn't just ask about her father’s death; he asked about her father’s life. The camping trips to Amicalola Falls. His terrible chili recipe. The way he'd tap his wedding ring on the dinner table when he was thinking. After ten minutes, she choked out, "I think I'm broken