A letter to my Therapist!

I write this letter with the intent of thanking you. After having gone through one of the most difficult periods in my life, I decided it was time I needed therapy. I needed an outlet and a way coping, cause whatever I was doing was not working. The emotional pain was high and my body and mind were struggling. This was my journey of therapy and thanking my therapist.

As I end my 8 months of therapy I look back and reflect upon what happened. I endured 1.5hr a fortnight with my therapist, thats hours of talk, hours of crying, hours of getting to know myself and hours of learning to love myself again. At times it was scary and daunting, it was often upsetting, though it was insightful and riveting to learn about myself in way I never truly understood. Throughout my 20yrs I had bouts of therapy, but nothing that was groundbreaking, nothing that challenged me and highlighted what was in my mind and how my past had shaped me. Somehow and I still don't know to this day, but my therapist and therapy changed me. I can now say that I view the world differently and I thank my therapist for that.

Throughout my journey of therapy I bonded with my therapist. I saw her as someone who understood me and who was capable of handling all my problems and using them as an opportunity to learn from. Every fortnight I would save my issues and discuss them her them, knowing that once I did that, the problems would be gone. She allowed me to have a safe space that was free of judgement and created a dynamic of equality. I understand that a lot of the work that took place was therapy, though with my therapist delivering that, I never would have got this far. I say it's often less about the therapy and more about how they deliver it and work with you.

I say I am a changed person thanks to my therapist. One that is wiser, more insightful, loves themselves more and welcomes the opportunities of life with a wider heart. I believe my therapist saved my life. At my lowest points I didn't think I could continue with life, the pain burdened my mind so much that feelings were gone. I struggled with everything, my simple life was now a burning intensity and struggle to get through each minute, hour and day. It was my therapist that kept me a live. Knowing that I had some to talk to and knowing that they could help make it all better kept me holding on. To my therapist, I thank you for your time, skills, knowledge, ability and nature to aid me through this journey. One day we will meet again and I hope you are blessed in return for all you have done for others.

Much Love, Joe