i know in my body
A therapist who’s sees a therapist:
Being in therapy myself has taught me more about being a therapist than all the years of grad-school/internship/practicum/trainings combined.
I know in my body the experience of being that vulnerable in the presence of another human being.
I know in my body the experience of beauty crying (a spin on ugly crying) through a whole session. Again... and again... and again.
I know in my body the experience of celebrating and recognizing growth in myself with the therapist across from me as my witness.
I know in my body the resistance to going there.
I know in my body the experience of the emotional hangover after going deep.
I know in my body the experience of saving and budgeting to be able to afford that valuable space for myself.
I know in my body the experience of wanting to punch my therapist the face and then wanting to hug them at the same time.
I know in my body the experience of learning/ unlearning/reframing and befriending little SC.
I know in my body the experience of not wanting to tell my therapist that thing I need to say out loud but don’t want to and then saying it and feeling relieved.
I know in my body the experience of naming/challenging/and tearing down the structures and cultural norms that I grew up with that are actually harmful for myself and others.
I know in my body the experience of having someone advocate/hope/care and move toward me with skill/training/unconditional positive regard.
I know in my body the experience of not feeling the movement yet and still coming back.
I know in my body the experience of the relief/hope/integration that comes from being known and heard.
I know in my body the experience of naming the loss/grief/trauma and allowing myself and my therapist to give it space and attention.
I know in my body the experience of being asked to move back into my body and listen to it and feel it all.
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Our world needs healing and it starts with us.