Dutch Uncle: Stop taking your diagnosis to the hardware store.

The well is dry. Stop dropping the bucket.

I need to confess something.

Even though it has been over 10 years since I trained as a psychotherapist, and despite having a stack of clinical data on my desk, I broke my own rule last Tuesday.

It was 8:30 PM. I was pacing my kitchen, tea stone-cold on the counter, phone pressed to my ear. I was doing the “Explanation Dance.”

You know the one. It’s that d…