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Picture this…

The therapist comes to the waiting room and calls your name. You nervously imitate confidence in your response with a, “Hey, that’s me.”

You exchange a quick pleasantry with the therapist and then follow him back to his office – which you find remarkably cozy and peaceful. Immediately, you begin to feel calmer as your curiosity becomes more positive and less anxious around what you’re about to experience.

Surprisingly…

You find the therapist unexpectedly easy to talk to as you begin to tell him a little bit about yourself. He offers you just enough attention and eye-contact to make you want to be candid with him.

You find yourself feeling thankful that he’s not just staring at you – as if to peer into your soul after knowing you for only a few minutes.

But you wonder…

The therapist seems to understand your perspective – even though you still wonder whether he or anyone else could ever understand what you’ve experienced.

You begin to want to trust this situation, as he seems genuinely interested in what it’s like to be you – and struggle the way you struggle – during the crazy times in which we’re currently living.

And afterwards…

After the session ends, you’re surprised at how much lighter and more refreshed you feel.

And you’re already mildly excited to set another appointment.