I remember it like it was yesterday. I booked this particular psychic recommended to me, as most are, by women before me. They, like me, were seeking clarity and hope. They yearned for certainty — some kind of certainty — to light the dark abyss of adulthood and modern life. They went for love, for career, for family, for the self. He could see further into the future than we could. He gifted us the hope we couldn’t provide ourselves.
Yet, as things go with particularly…

