
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 with 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 life.
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.