I feel as though I have climbed a mountain and now I can see the view. Exhausted, but refreshed by the clarity in the sky, the purity in the water, and the bold, fresh grass. The tall trees make my worries seem insignificant.
I've been going to counseling every week for about six months. And I'm starting to get a hold of myself.
When my parents and my doctor brought up counseling, I was totally against it.
I don't want to sit there and talk to a stranger. How am I supposed to talk about my anxiety when sometimes I don't know why I'm anxious? It will be awkward. It's not going to help me.
Honestly it's been emotionally exhausting. I breakdown in tears every time, but forcing myself to take time to evaluate my emotions has made a huge difference. My counselor has helped me understand myself better than ever. I am aware of why I think the way I do, why certain situations cause me anxiety, and how I can better approach these situations and channel my emotions elsewhere.
I feel stronger having gone through this journey. It's certainly not over yet. I have a lot more work to do. I will be continuing counseling every other week to allow me more time to apply what I have learned. But I am proud that I have discovered so much about myself and have gradated onto every other week.
Stay strong. Your feelings are valid.
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