I see the work of therapy as learning how to tell our stories.

It is deepening our courage to look ourselves in the eye and tell the truth of what we find. 

It is taking in the bountiful love in the world though it sometimes seems impossible to find. 

It is learning to savor the taste of a good meal and laughter with others. 

It is knowing the name of our sadness whether or not we can find our tears. 

It is being. Just as we are with hope for more to come.

Maybe you’ve found yourself wondering

How can I tell the truth of my experiences when my inner world feels so unknowable? How can I say something real when it causes me so much pain?

How do I apologize when I’ve hurt someone? Or tell someone that they’ve hurt me?

How do I live well and love well when I can’t always afford to pay rent?

Or maybe,

I don’t think I can start over. I can’t tell anyone about this.