i came to train as a therapist through my own struggle with everyday life.

one day i stopped feeling much at all. it was an eerie state of inner void. i stopped laughing. i disconnected and disengaged. i thought it was a transient phase, one i can pull myself out of, only to realise i was not equipped to deal with it alone - no one is. reluctantly, i asked for help.

at first, doing therapy felt weak and trying to make sense of myself, my life and my relationships too scary. in hindsight, those were the bravest steps to take. it took time for me to build trust in the abstractness of the process. to believe that deeper connection and growth comes from allowing myself to engage with the vulnerable and the messy. to feel a possibility of change open up. i continue with my own unlearning and learning to this day.