Pearl E’s Reviews > Group: How One Therapist and a Circle of Strangers Saved My Life > Status Update

Maybe it wasn't a failure of imagination or feminism or will.
This state of believing that something was wrong with me around rela-tonships was something I shared with my mother like brown eyes and a monal fear of dental procedures. Maybe I could stop trying to outrun it.
Maybe I didn't have to hide mv grief and confusion from her anymore.