Marcus finished therapy in November.
Not because the work was done, his therapist had been clear that the work was never entirely done, but because they had reached a natural plateau and agreed that he had the tools and the awareness to continue without the weekly sessions. He could return at any time. He said he probably would, at some point, and that felt like the right relationship to have with it.
I asked him how it felt to be done.
"Strange," he said. "Like finishing a long book. You've been inside it for so long and then it's over and you have to figure out what to read next."
"Do you know what's next?"
"Living the things I learned," he said. "Seeing how they hold up."
"They're holding up," I said.
"How would you know?" he said, and it was a genuine question.
"Because I've be
