The Confluence of Self-Awareness and the Expressive Arts
(Photo by Bernard Hermant, found on Unsplash) I was 19 and going through a tumultuous phase when the thought of therapy first came to me. Never the person who trusts too easily, I didn't know what to call my "need" to see someone who could help me through this delirious phase. In hindsight, what else could I call it considering it had me convinced I was going crazy? So walking to the office of a counsellor my mother had traced through sources, was both filled with anticipation and dread. Would there be questions? Would there be an expectation piled on me to touch upon every bit of my life that was straining me to the last thread? Or would there be uncomfortable silence between two strangers? I remember the tree-lined street and I also remember my all-too-clammy hands. I also vaguely remember what happened next. My mother said a quick bye soon after she had made sure I would be okay in the counsellor's room. I sat across a broad table looking into the eyes o