The first time Ama stopped me while I paged through my journal to find a quote I wanted to share, I was surprised. I was pretty confident this would be a therapist-gold quote. Like,  she’d hear it and think, “Ah, yes, Laura is so smart. She’s my favorite patient.” Instead, before even hearing the quote, she said, “You’re quoting other people’s stories.” She paused. I glared at her. “What’s your story, Lau-ra?” She asked, emphasizing the last syllable of my name in her beautiful lilt of an accent.