The first day of therapy feels kind of like the first day of school.Part of you is embarrassingly hopeful – this could be the first step towards your new beginning, there’s still a chance for a better, happier you! But you’re still contending with the ever-present fear of being vulnerable. What could happen if you open yourself up? At school, there’s a chance that others might make fun of you for being you. Once in 6th grade, I told a boy that I was taking piano lessons and he laughed and called me a pianist (pronounced like penis, obviously). So, being vulnerable doesn’t always work out.
You’ve bottled yourself up for so long that you don’t know how to let loose. Where will you find the words to sum up your experiences? It’s like picking the bookbag that’s really “you” this year. One year it was the rolling bookbag (so noisy!), next year a classic JanSport with buttons and pins attached.