I didn’t think that I’m the type of person who would actually benefit from retail therapy. I always thought that it wasn’t a real thing, only an excuse made up by shopaholics around the world to make themselves feel better while they sit on top of a mountain of unnecessary stuff. I guess the joke’s on me, because as it turns out, I’m not immune to the therapeutic effects of shopping. Either that or the stresses of the past few months have broken my will and lured me to its psychological benefits. I’ve made some big purchases these past few…
