
MFC 43796
That was my life at age 35. On the surface, everything seemed great—I had my career,
I was healthy, and had loving friends—but I couldn't enjoy any of it. The truth lay in how I felt
inside—anxious, afraid, and too ashamed to reach out to anyone.
I wasted a lot of time suffering before I finally decided to get some help.
A friend referred me to a therapist who understood what I was going through, because she had
also dealt with anxiety. Knowing this about her gave me solace—she was living proof that I
could eventually find some relief. That therapist created a safe place where I could take a closer
look at my life—to grieve my losses, get out of my head, and begin to inhabit my body.
As I became more grounded in my body, the spinning thoughts began to slow down. I was
more able to just "be" and enjoy the simple pleasures of living. My therapist helped me find a
sense of self. From there I found my wonderful husband and a life's purpose—I wanted to help
others as my therapist had helped me, experience more depth, joy, and meaning in life.