The Conversation....

I decided to seek this opportunity for HELP.  As I said before, this therapy session was set up for anyone who had lost a child.  I was expecting a few to arrive at this session.  My counselor had mentioned a few more other than me would arrive to partake in this session.  I walked into this room visibly shaken and nervous to the core.  Here I was the counselor and I, sitting face to face. There were no distractions and barriers, just pure unguided emotional vulnerability.   This part is of the story is extremely hard to revisit.  As I write this, I am taking short breathes, in order not to have a panic attack.  I keep thinking closure is what this story will provide. Sweet Closure GOD!

I digress.  We sat for a moment waiting for the other members to arrive, but no one ever did.  Instead of this being a group counseling session, it turned into a one on one experience that would help my soul to heal.  I honestly cannot remember how the talking began, but once I started, I felt as if a big burden was about to be lifted. Here I was in a room worrying about someone (everyone) judging my situation and it was not a factor.  This counselor came to help me.  Help me heal the brokenness of my self.  I shared with her things I would never divulge to even my best friend. In addition, she listened and cried with me.  Someone cried for ME! This was such a powerful moment. She even shared her story of loss, so there was an immediate bond.  The healing had begun.  To be continued…. #helpinghealhearts