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It felt like a garden that had been left untended. Overgrown, yes. Wild, absolutely. But still there. Still capable of growth.

Nora almost laughed. Leaves? She had come here for psychiatry, for brain chemistry, for a diagnosis. She’d expected a prescription pad. Instead, she got leaves. thriveworks counseling & psychiatry woodstock

She was led to a room at the end of the hall. On the wall was a framed print of the Woodstock square, and beside it, a land acknowledgment. It felt rooted. Real. It felt like a garden that had been left untended

She’d driven past it a hundred times. Once, she’d even gone inside. That was three months ago, for the intake. She’d sat in the crisp, navy-blue waiting area, signed a tablet, and felt a flicker of hope. Then she’d canceled the next five appointments. But still there

For the first time in six months, Nora cried. Not the polite, single-tear kind of cry, but the ugly, heaving, can’t-breathe kind. Dr. Ramesh didn't hand her a tissue immediately. He let her have the moment.

"And now I'm adrift," she whispered.