One Step Forward/Two Steps Back in Vastly Intricate.

One may grow up thinking they lived a normal childhood, did not face anything majorly traumatic, and turned out to be a pretty stable person. They may graduate college with a degree in psychology and believe they have the knowledge and the tools to work through whatever may come their way.

Until.

What happens when the anxiety starts peeking through the cracks? What about the panic attacks that hide behind the door.. waiting to jump out at the worst time? What about the flashbacks? The nightmares? The intrusive thoughts? What happens when one has all the tools and all the knowledge to help themselves through any situation.. but suddenly finds that they can walk anyone through it.. but themself?

Therapy of course.

One begins therapy with the intentions of just keeping things in check but soon discovers that by taking one step forward.. they stumble upon an open book of deeper issues.. and suddenly, they are two steps back.

One would think therapy would help heal a person or at least help them to cope. It does.. but it also makes one realize that they may be more broken than they had thought.

Broken.

For the first time in these writings, there is a shift from third person to first. There’s a wall that has come down.

I am broken.
Beautifully broken.
Welcome to my journey.

Last updated July 27, 2021