One block in Boston, seven years apart

I’m descending the stairs at Fenway Health on Boylston Street; I don’t remember which floor. I’ll scurry straight across the street from my <a href="https://www.apa.org/ptsd-guideline/patients-and-families/cognitive-behavioral" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">CBT </a>session to the office, still unbearably anxious about the hour away from my desk, despite never taking lunch breaks anyway and despite the fact that Fenway Health is a literal five minute walk from my current startup’s downtown space (and despite the fact that a mental health appointment is perfectly normal and acceptable within my workplace’s culture.) I add another few notes to my CBT Google Doc, in the Negative Thoughts column: <a href="https://normvjulian.medium.com/one-block-in-boston-seven-years-apart-0902f9ee5e8a">Visit Now</a>