The air in the office grew heavy. I felt the pull—the primal urge to step across that rug, to let the professional mask slip, and to find out what it felt like to be the protagonist of a story instead of the narrator.
So, the next time you sit in a counselor’s office, wondering if we are judging you? We aren't. We are usually just grateful you showed up to try. And we are quietly fighting our own demons right alongside you. temptation confessions of a marriage counselor
I took a breath. I dug my fingernails into my palms until it hurt. I grounded myself in the physical pain to drown out the emotional noise. The air in the office grew heavy