Rosen, who in my mind’s eye is a small man reminiscent of Robin Williams’ character in Good Will Hunting, Sean. Glossing all of this is a trauma from her teenage years she has yet to deal with, where she was on vacation in Hawaii with a friend and the friend’s died drowned in the ocean (it was a beach with “restricted” signs he apparently ignored, unfortunately). Years of holding in her emotions because of her religious, Texas upbringing and her parents willing her to keep those emotions in, has led to her being unable to manifest attachments to anyone, much less something approaching a “healthy” romantic attachment. And she has this deeply abiding fear that she will always be alone and unlovable. (I can relate to these feelings my suicidal ideation at times often manifest as hoping to die in such a manner.) To add to that, she’s already going to AA meetings for bulimia because of long-ingrained body image issues. To get caught up as collateral damage in a gunfight on the street. She has intrusive, suicidal thoughts of hoping, pleading with someone to put a bullet in her brain. Tate is at the top of her second-tier law school, looking to take the next step into the law firm in Chicago, Skadden, where they offer you essentially a signing bonus of $7,000. Such is the mantra internalized by Christie Tate and manifest in her lovely, hilarious and heart-breaking, well-written with such wit, insight and flow debut 2020 memoir, Group: How One Therapist and a Circle of Strangers Saved My Life.
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