Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Whether therapy is on your list of topics to avoid, or you’re someone who uses the phrase “my therapist says.” with regularity, I think you’ll find Maybe You Should Talk to Someone to be rife with insight, packaged up in delightful and relatable vignettes. Sin is not ended by multiplying words, but the prudent hold their tongues.

Part-memoir, part-psychology, and with a sprinkling of self-help, this book is an entertaining portrait of humanity at its best-and most ludicrous. Like all good therapists, Lori is probing and empathetic, and it is both a comfort and revelation to spend time with her words. And we sit beside Lori herself who, after a less than spectacular breakup, takes her turn on the couch across from her therapist, Wendell. We learn of the newlywed who’s just been diagnosed with cancer. We watch as she counsels a man who blames all his problems on the “idiots” who surround him. In short chapters that are as funny as they are compassionate, Lori Gottlieb gives readers an inside look at a phenomenon that’s often kept hidden: what goes on behind a therapist’s closed doors. If I could hit my younger self over the head with a copy of Maybe You Should Talk to Someone, I would have learned this lesson a lot sooner. Maybe You Should Talk to Someone (2019) is a unique memoir in which the author, a psychotherapist, tells the story of how she herself ended up on a. It wasn’t until I moved to NYC-where, to quote Sex and the City’s Stanford Blatch, “even the shrinks have shrinks”-that I learned just how common and not-scary going to therapy can be. Like sharing your weight or how many days it’d been since you’d last washed your jeans, admitting that you visited a therapist was pretty much taboo. Growing up, I didn’t know anyone who went to therapy-by which I mean, I didn’t know anyone who talked about going to therapy.

I think you should talk to someone