It feels a little strange to say that I love my therapist, but I genuinely love the journey we’ve been on for more than five years now.
She’s an incredible person and exceptional at what she does. She definitely makes the list of people who fill my soul in a professional capacity, of course, but no less meaningfully.
My therapy journey hasn’t been about purely reflecting back on what I bring to that room, nor has it been about validation and agreement. It’s been intense, challenging, and encouraging in countless ways. It’s a space where I feel safe to process difficult experiences and situations.
When I hear others’ stories about negative experiences with mental health professionals, I’m deeply saddened because my experience has been life-saving on more than one occasion.
I love the version of myself that my therapist sees and roots for. I treasure the lessons I’ve learned on that couch, the wisdom and insights I’m exposed to in our sessions—something I wish more people could experience.
Unfortunately, therapy remains a privileged experience that only some can afford, both financially and in terms of time commitment. Every time I’m reminded of this reality, I’m angered by its injustice. I long for a world where mental health support is accessible to everyone, not just a select few.
I’m not suggesting that everyone must be in therapy, but my experience has taught me to advocate for more spaces where people can feel safe, process their thoughts without filters, and be held by someone invested in their well-being.
The gift of being truly heard opens profound healing opportunities. My hope is that wherever you are in your journey, you find the support and healing you deserve—whether in a therapist’s office, a trusted friendship, or any other form of connection that brings you peace.
