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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.