It's OK to have Jesus and a therapist too.

2020 was a wild year. We can all agree on that, but it was the year that pushed me to focus on my health.

My mental health was at the top of my list. I had put off going to therapy for a while. I believed in it wholeheartedly, even worked for a counseling center in college, but I didn’t know if it would work for me.

I went anyway. In the first sessions, we talked about my history. We got the heavy stuff out of the way and she began asking me quite a few different questions that I didn’t love having to answer.

When my hour was done and I returned home, I began reflecting on what she had said. No one loves to relive the most painful parts of their life, but it was necessary to recreate that history into what it actually was instead of my interpretation.

I came to realize that therapy is a tool to help you recreate your reality.

It offers a new viewpoint to the same life story you have been living.

By questioning your reality and your beliefs about it, the therapist is able to offer up alternative realities that allow you the option to choose a new truth to your past and future. It turns your life story into a game of multiple choice by offering you more than one option for the truth of the same story.

This is part of the power of therapy but also a part that requires us to choose that less painful path.

That was hard for me to do. I had to remove this cloak of victimhood that I didn’t even know I was wearing.

I had to intentionally walk into these new halls of a different truth, one that may have been there the entire time, and acknowledge that I hadn’t seen this side of the story.

It required me to stop looking behind me and start looking in front of me.

It brought closure and proof that I was no longer the powerless young girl, but a woman with vision.

I hope this is for you too, reader!

Love,

Britt