My clammy hands clutched my car’s steering wheel as I carefully obeyed Google’s directions, guiding me towards an unfamiliar office building fifteen minutes away from campus. My internal monologue was offering me constant reminders to calm down. Take slow deep breaths. There’s no reason to be nervous. It felt like I was heading to a Tinder date, yet instead of a college boy, my handpicked match was a therapist I found off Psychology Today. In a few minutes, I’d be pressured to reveal my pacing inner thoughts and feelings with a stranger.