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Sybil is my therapist.
I’m a huge proponent of therapy.
It’s true that there’s a stigma associated with it, but quite frankly, I think everyone can use a little head-shrinking. Every time I have a friend going through a difficult time, I always say ‘you need a Sybil.” Not because I don’t want to hear them out, but because I know the value of having an unbiased person in your corner. Therapy is nothing to be ashamed of; in fact, I think the people who seek it are probably the most courageous people on the face of the planet. Like purple-heart courageous, because it takes a brave person to walk into the office of a professional that they don’t know well, spilling their heart with every step. I’ve spilled my heart a lot lately and Sybil gets it even when I don’t. The move to North Carolina has brought up quite a few old wounds—stuff I thought I had dealt with, which has led me down a very narrow, rocky path. Uncertain times are never comfortable experiences and that’s the importance of having someone who can help you wade through all the rip-current-deep-waters that you tread.
The man I loved (love) is a very prideful man.
“It’s not up to me to give you the answers. But the reason that we get “questions” rather than answers in counseling is because they aren’t there to clear the path for us. They are there to guide only. And the reason we do all the talking is because a thought is very different than a spoken word. We can “think” something all day long, but until “say” it and “hear” ourselves say it, it has no “weight” so to speak. Speaking our thoughts gives our words power. And the power of our spoken words puts us on the path we are meant to be on. Do you sometimes need a GPS? Sure. And that is where your therapist comes in–to lead you where you are supposed to go. It takes a lot of courage to go inward and explore our true selves because the truth ain’t always a pretty thing. I care about you. I believe in you. And I know you can do this. Be brave enough, honey, to clear the paths. There’s something very beautiful about allowing ourselves to be completely broken open. It’s scary and painful, yes, but trusting the process leads us to more wholeness–peace from broken, shattered, splintery pieces. You’re welcome.”
Therapy isn’t a walk in the park. In fact, it’s far from it.
Everybody needs a Sybil.