A practice in vulnerability

Sometimes I can’t believe what I’ve revealed about myself to my counselor and I sometimes find myself wishing I hadn’t but the fact that my counselor was able to understand me and why I did what I did, it felt nice. I was able to find closure and move on without feeling shame.

There’s just something about sharing what’s on your mind that I completely underestimated back then. I thought sharing words with someone would be no different than moving your hand through the air or talking to myself but I was wrong and I’m glad I was wrong.