Every year, sometime around late May, my calendar starts to look suspicious. Cancellations. "Hey, can we pause until September?" emails. A particularly creative one last June read: "I think I've graduated from therapy!" Sent from a beach in Tulum, three months into a breakthrough about her relationship with her mother. Reader, she had not graduated. If you've ever ghosted your therapist when the weather turned warm, I want to gently, lovingly, with all the warmth of a sun-dre