I am humbled, again.
There are many joys in my work as a psychotherapist yet few would beat this.
It is a privilege each time a client enters the therapy room and engages with me in the therapy process. I am entrusted with one’s deepest feelings, darkest moments, fearful thoughts and liberating actions; in one’s most honest voice. It takes boldness to step into the therapy process and such courage to persist. I have encountered my light and my shadow through therapy, and I know while I have learnt much about myself and my relationships, the journey of self-discovery is confronting and at times perilous.
Yet today, a young woman gave me a gift so precious that I had to keep my tears in check. A young woman who has gone through fire gathered her strength to confront her past, contained within a box she had long avoided. She had offered to bring this box into our space and for the first time after many years, share its contents with me.
Once again, I am grateful for this calling, for the opportunity to create a holding space, for the trust brought into our therapeutic relationship.
All of us need a safe place we can go to confront our demons, and I am honored that I am that space for her.
And in that moment as she makes her suggestion, I know I am where I belong.
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