
MFC 43796
That was my life at age 35. On the surface, everything was great—I had a career in graphic design, I owned
property, I was healthy, and had loving friends—but I couldn't enjoy any of it. The real truth was how I felt inside—
anxious, scared, and too ashamed to reach out to anyone.
After a lot of suffering, I finally decided to get some help. A friend referred me to a therapist who really
understood what I was going through, because she had also suffered from anxiety. Knowing this about
her gave me comfort and hope—here was living proof that I might eventually find relief. My therapist created
a safe place where I could begin to 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 sense of self, my spinning thoughts began to slow down. I was more
able to just "be" and enjoy the simple pleasures of being alive. My therapist helped me find myself—and from
there I was able to find my wonderful husband, and my life's purpose. I decided that I would like to help others
as my therapist helped me—experience more depth, joy, and meaning in life.