The cost of avoiding cost: a medical student’s perspective
My first meeting with a therapist was a success: she specialized in type-A personalities, was transparent about her eclectic approach, and her office – on the bottom floor of a converted San Francisco townhouse – felt somewhere still and safe, a purple-carpeted hideaway in the belly of the Earth.
On the train out of the city, I watched my reflection melt in and out of the glass: I was a person …
The cost of avoiding cost: a medical student’s perspective
