By: Megan Cramer
She walked into the rehab center and saw the inaccurately advertised “Drama Therapy” sign on the door, next to a poster of a calming waterfall. Six wounded and guarded pairs of eyes looked up at her, waiting for her to begin. She had no degree nor was she a clinician. She would write no notes on the patients nor give feedback. She could prescribe no drugs nor advise any truths. In a space where most of the people were instructed to say “no” to vices and habits and toxic behavior, she knew only how to teach them to say “yes.”
This. Is. Hilarious.
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