So, I’m actually very hesitant about writing this post. I’ve thought about it for days, and I guess we’ll see what comes out as I write.
The title says it all: I have a therapist. And to be honest, she’s fabulous. It’s not some situation where I think my life is miserable or I have an eating disorder, or I’m going through some dramatic life changing situation. It’s actually quite different. There have been several things in my life that have affected me, and I made the personal decision to go to therapy because I felt that it would be good for me. I felt that it would be good to talk with an unbiased, spiritually grounded person who could help me articulate a lot of the things in my head.
I know that therapy is usually reserved for people who have “real” problems. I guess that would include me…and if you’re honest, it might be you as well.
As Jay-Z would say, “Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty.”