My daughter has been in therapy for two years.

Tuesdays at four, fifty minutes, a hundred and four sessions at the time of writing, and there is no end date and I have stopped asking about one.

Insurance covered a portion of it.

The rest is a line in my accounts that I look at with something close to gratitude.

She does not have nightmares anymore.

She did, badly, for the first year, and there were about nine weeks in the spring after the interview when she would not sleep with the door closed, and that was a bad spring.

What she has instead is something quieter that Dr.