My Journey into Psychotherapy

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The day I realised I could no longer bear the weight of the world on my shoulders alone, I called a psychotherapist. At the time, seeking help was still an alien concept to me. However, as soon as I entered her therapy room, all my fears dissipated, and I felt safe, sitting in a comfortable chair with a small table in front of me, a glass of water, and a box of tissues. Her presence alone exuded empathy and a profound level of non-judgemental kindness.

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She entered my world: my history, my fears, my joys, and my dreams. In that safe, almost magical space, sitting in front of this woman who, in a remarkably short time, was able to firmly hold my hand as I tried not to drown in the turbulent waters of my life's river, I learned how to make sense of my inner world and carry my traumas with greater responsibility and dignity until one day she was able to let go of my hand. I was strong enough not to drown.

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So awed was I by my psychotherapist and all that she offered me that I decided to become a psychotherapist myself. During my training, I was placed in various agency settings, dealing with issues such as drug addiction, domestic violence, and university students, to name a few. I now run my own private practice, where I, like my cherished psychotherapist, provide a safe space for people to unburden themselves when life becomes too overwhelming.