"I'm a professional people pleaser."
I'm curled up on the green couch in the office of Barbara Winter, the therapist that Billie hired for me. I didn't see myself coming into her office or even calling her and begging for a session. But I just did. And she picked on the first ring.
Barbara's pen is dangling in her hand, staring at me behind those cute glasses. She looks classy but stern in that pink blouse and a pair of blue jeans.
"What made you come to that conclusion, Selena?"
There's a long stretch of silence between us. She's staring at me with curiosity. I'm staring at her with wonder. Wondering what she's thinking of me. Wondering what she's writing about me. Wondering if she likes me. And if she doesn't like me, wondering how I can make her like me.
"I'm wondering if you like
