When my usual Monday teletherapy session ended and I shut my laptop, I didn’t know that would be the last time we spoke.
In June, the receptionist at my New York–based mental health provider called me, informing me that my therapist was leaving the practice immediately and that I would need to find someone else. I never spoke with her again, and my upcoming sessions were erased from my online calendar after I hung up the phone. I couldn’t help but get emotional. It wasn’t solely about losing the consistency and comfort of online therapy or the rapport we established, but rather the piles of homework I now had on my plate to find yet another right fit.
