I've been trying to book therapy for two years. Every time I got close I talked myself out of it. Too expensive. I'm not that bad. What would I even talk about? What if the therapist judges me?
Last month something shifted. I won't say what because it's still too raw, but I finally picked up the phone and booked an appointment. It's next Tuesday at 11am and I have thought about it every single day since.
I'm nervous because I don't know what to expect. I'm excited because some part of me knows I need this. I'm scared because what if I open something I can't close again? What if I cry in front of a stranger? What if nothing changes?
For people who remember their first session — what was it actually like? Was it what you expected? What do you wish someone had told you before you walked in? I just need to hear that the door is worth walking through.