The darkest time of my life was when I didn\u2019t even know what to begin the story of my sadness with. I only knew I couldn\u2019t find any solution for my life, not even some glimpses of joy to get me through the day. Tears refused to bring solace to my eyes, while the claw crushing my chest from dawn until bedtime was mine alone to know and feel. I remember how skeptical I was when I decided to begin therapy because hopelessness had already become my companion for life. I remember just as vividly the deep cry that burst out of me during that first therapy session in which I struggled to voice my secrets, my feelings of guilt, helplessness and loneliness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was the beginning of an immensely complicated and painful path along which I faced moments of infinite sadness, peaking with the newly-found need to confront the traumas feeding these feelings and the people responsible for them. It was the moment of my rebirth. Henceforth I learned to love myself, to cherish myself and to realize the amount of effort I was making to win or keep other people\u2019s love, appreciation or friendship. However, I have come to learn during therapy that this effort is useless in any well-balanced relationship and that only these relationships are worth nurturing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To me therapy has become a priceless resource. A handbag full of ailments for the spirit, but also a compass for discovering and understanding both one\u2019s own, but also other people\u2019s feelings. In therapy I learned to discern between inner tensions and tensions stemming from outside and to shape my life by constructively using and understanding my feelings. Along this arduous path I had a trusted partner to hold my hand in\u00a0Andra\u00a0to whom I am deeply grateful for all the good and the light that I can now see thanks to the efforts she put in by my side.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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