I became a therapist because I didn’t really have a choice. Life sucked. It all seemed so pointless. I gave it a try. Then another. I failed again and again. Everyone else seemed to be doing just fine.
I heard therapists help. Do they? Muttering to myself that this is one expensive waste of time I decided to give it a try.
Nothing changed. I’m still myself. The same fears, the same scars. It feels different though. I’m less ashamed of the scars. Some of them I even like now. My fears have faded, a bit. That feeling of being heard, understood – of being able to be myself – something of that slips out, from the clinic into life.
Everything changed.
After a few years of therapy, with life continually getting better. I decided to retrain as a therapist. I scaled back my career as a product manager in a software company and started out.