Talk it Out

It’s pretty cathartic really.

Having someone sit opposite you, just silently listening and not judging. Sure they’re paid to do that, but at least it doesn’t feel like you’re burdening them with your worries and woes.

“Things remain confidential, unless there’s an imposing danger on either you or someone else.” they warn at the start of the session.

No worries, all I want to do is talk about my feelings.

It’s impressive what gets bottled up inside our heads.

For me, I began with anxiety, which led down a rabbit hole of all the underlying currents of people pleasing, family, perfectionism and a whole lot more.

“It never ends!” I try to brisk over the discomfort with humour.

Counselling works because we finally can speak our mind, and work through it slowly and curiously. The stigma behind ‘if I see a counsellor then there’s something wrong with me’ is totally backwards.

Talking about our feelings is the most natural thing we can do.

Let’s normalise that.