The Number One Thing I’ve Learned in Therapy: Your Story is Nothing to Be Ashamed Of
How I went from ‘trying’ to go to therapy to ‘going’ to therapy.
“So we’re really doing this”, I thought to myself.
After some back-and-forth pacing, I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. No answer. Maybe I was at the wrong address? I rang once more.
A calm, friendly person welcomed me in. We sat ourselves down. Then they dropped The Question.
“So. How are you?”
Asking me why I had come there wasn’t even necessary. I had braced myself, but the Train of Tears already accelerated into fifth gear. Weeping, I looked up. They met my eyes with confirming nods. To this day, I don’t know what this nodding meant. Recognizing a pattern, maybe, of people coming in and crying uncontrollably?
They continued to dig for information as I shared the most pressing issues I seemed unable to solve on my own. Using these as specks of paint, they constructed an image of how my life developed up to the moment I arrived at their practice in a not-so-pretty mental state.
From Trying To Go to Therapy…
The first time I tried going to therapy was at age seventeen-ish. That didn’t work…
