Healing is messy. And worth it.

Perfect onions. Image by Canva.

Healing isn’t what I thought it would be when I started in therapy in 2004. In fact, I’m not even sure the word “healing” had occurred to me then. I just knew I felt like crap and either wanted to die or get better. (More accurately, I didn’t want to die at all. I wanted to not be how I was and didn’t see many options.)

I had PTSD from 9/11, and doing trauma therapy opened a Pandora’s box. That sounds awful…