Psychology Today | 04.07.2026 02:29
Dr. H’s office sat high above Michigan Avenue in Chicago, and on clear days the view took in a long sweep of the city I loved—the lake flat and silver to the east, the grid of streets extending westward. The office itself was full of books and small sculptures, the room of a man who believed the psyche was a thing worth taking seriously. I had found this reassuring once.
