“What’s brought you here?” she asked.
“To this dialogue or this beach?” I jested, attempting to sound witty.
“To this moment in your life,” she said, sounding genuinely interested; her eyes now gazing straight into my own, as though peering into my life.
Desperation had become her. She wanted out; one way or another. She couldn’t deal with the cycle anymore. She was gasping for breath, again, but the wheel showed no signs of stopping. She wanted to end it all.
Everyone needs therapy. I don’t say this because I just had my first therapy session today; I say this because I truly believe our generation deserves better and needs to do better. At present, we are a group of broken people, raised by other broken people, who didn’t know any better. They made mistakes alongContinue reading “My First Therapy Session”
While this lockdown has unfortunately made many feel trapped & restricted at home, I feel blessed to have been presented by it with liberation, instead. Liberation from my own thoughts, by my own thoughts, for my own thoughts.