Why I go to therapy
My theory for today: The value of therapy is in having a place to tell the unvarnished truth. We spend so much time telling the world and ourselves that we are contented when we're not, that we are not afraid or angry or lonely or sad when we are. Behind the office door, we are allowed to open up those feelings to at least one sympathetic listener with absolutely no stake in the things we have to hide. And maybe, gradually, we relearn the habit of hearing and inhabiting our own truths by the light of day.
(Okay, for "we", read "I", but still.)
(Okay, for "we", read "I", but still.)