Holy Moments
Almost 15 years ago I sat in a quiet room with a very kind, very tender counselor. I had been battling severe anxiety for almost two years and it had recently morphed into suicidal thoughts and the feeling that I was drowning inside myself, that I didn’t recognize myself any longer. For our first month of sessions, I was so numb I could barely cry. Later, as I began to do the work that we call “therapy”, I would cry throughout the sessions frequently. And I distinctly remember one morning when, upon leaving session, the…