I still remember deciding not to get therapy. I’d just found out some truly disturbing information about my family of origin—information that would ultimately reshape my relationship with my parents, my siblings, and my entire extended family.
Not long after my discovery, I was doing chores alone in my house. As I ran a cloth over our TV, I paused.
Do I need therapy? I wondered.
I knew finding and working with a therapist would be exhausting, time-consuming, and expensive. So, after a moment, I shrugged.
I’ll manage, I thought. I always do.
I limped along for four years before I finally gave in and called a therapist. I dearly wish I had done so sooner.
The very familiarity of my relationships made it almost impossible to recognize when they were unhealthy. My therapist helped me recognize poisonous dynamics, then change them.
I thought ‘strength’ meant ‘going it alone’, but Biblically, seeking counsel is an age-old practice. Barak sought out Deborah, David had Samuel. Especially in abusive situations, we need help to see straight.
I once thought ‘managing’ on my own was laudable. Now, I see the God-given humility, bravery, and strength it takes to seek wise counsel.
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