Why Counselling?

Why counselling?

I sit and reflect on my journey (so far).

At school I was bullied, felt less than.

Too skinny, wrong shoes, a nerd.

Then as I skimmed through life I was, according to others, a little odd, too something, not enough something else, wrong.

To myself I was confused, in a confusing world. Trying but seemingly getting nowhere. And the people around me took on the shape of monsters.

I fell apart, and I was lost.

Somewhere among the darkness I found a piece of me and I tucked it away. The I found another.

Years passed and children were born and I kept collecting little bits of me as I slowly rose up towards the surface.

-not waving but drowning-

On my own always until soon it became not a choice but simply my way of being. Still I rose, a little further, a little more.

So here I am today, still finding pieces, forever practising the art of Kintsugi.

Still, to be honest, confused by the world.

But rather than holding on by fingertips, I am sitting with my legs dangling.

And I choose to see a way to reach out and hold space for someone like me and sit with them in their darkness or halfway up or legs dangling or lost in their maze of confusion.

And look at all their pieces to see which ones fit. So that they can slowly emerge with someone by their side.