Magic happens in the counselling room. Or at last, it can happen. It's happened for me.

I've experienced true care in a counselling room. Not only a space for me to be with myself, but with someone else. My therapist helps me stay grounded and holds me in place when I want to run. I've noticed my patterns changing in response to this care.

The way I used to work is that I'd explore my feelings, sit with them for a bit, then move into planning mode. I can now see the way I treated my feelings flippantly. My current counsellor actually called me on it, wondering why I moved on so quickly from strong feelings.

I was giving myself crumbs, placating my feelings be letting them out, but only when I could move through them and learn from them.