P. 6

#1

On Friday, I had the most delightful conversation with my therapist. She told me she was glad I had brought it up — the tangled emotions I held against her. She even admitted she had been waiting for it: the moment of explosion, or, in her words, a “mistake.” With that, we began talking — really talking — about everything I wanted to know about psychoanalysis.

#2

I marveled at her disguised role as a conflict-trigger-er, and how meticulously it was staged to reveal my inner self and my hidden stories. She was open to renewing my program, and I was as well, except something held me back; I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this wondrous but extremely tough journey now that I had achieved what I originally set out for.

#3

When I first met her, my primary goal was to learn how to process negative emotions — a task that I first identified during my very first therapy session in Hawaii back in 2019. It’s hard to believe seven years have passed since then, and how far I’ve come, and how brave I’ve become. Even now, I still mess up sometimes, tangled in my old hurts and fears, but I sure smiled broadly on my way out of her office.

#4

Outside, the city was blooming in spring. As I moved swiftly through the crowd, my heart felt light and relaxed. I kept thinking about my therapy journey: even in the midst of pain, I didn’t give up on it, or concealed my feelings with fake kindness. Instead, I stayed true to myself, and it brought me a striking wisdom and a deeper understanding of my life. That night, I knew I was ready — truly ready — to walk my camino.