My life at university was overshadowed by depression and anxiety. Counselling was no rapid/fast fix,but gradually it changed my entire outlook“I just worry about not having gained anything,” I mumbled anxiously at my therapist during our final session together in June this year. “Maybe it takes a while to truly know what you maintain gained from this experience, or ” she replied.
After two years of weekly meetings,copious amounts of sullied tissues, hours of talking, and silence and contemplation all in the same tiny room overlooking the Thames,I couldnt quite sense what I was taking absent. The rewards of the experience didn’t await me neatly wrapped with a tag addressed to a newly well version of myself. The genuine gift I received through undertaking counselling was slow in the making. The ability to realise what had been given and received in the work we had undertaken together was similarly slow in revealing itself.
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Source: theguardian.com