We all need to tell our stories

I’ve just started a counselling accreditation process. Part of this led to me reflecting on the path that has brought me to where I am now. It’s been a while since I’ve thought about my own journey. I was surprised by how much I felt for that younger me and by how satisfying it was to explain myself.

Coincidently I read about a young woman’s battle with trauma and anxiety: the after-effects of an early abusive relationship. For her, talking was very difficult. She couldn’t explain to her friends and family how she felt, why she acted in the ways she did. But she could write it down; so she started writing a blog. She was brave enough to share what she wrote with those close to her and they began to understand what she’d been through and was still suffering from. She got to tell her story.

We all need to tell our stories, even if only to ourselves. It’s when our stories don’t make sense to us,  or we feel unable to share them, that truly suffer alone.


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