This is part one of a series on how I manage my anxiety. Read the introductory post here
I remember his office. He had a beautiful wooden shelf covering the left wall and a sunken couch with pillows to hide behind. Every visit, he asked me to grade my relationships with my four parents. He was kind and asked the right amount of questions.
If I think harder, I can remember even earlier, at the age of 7, speaking to a woman in a playroom. I remember the color yellow. I can’t recall her voice, but I remember answering questions while playing with plastic toys. Continue reading “Counseling | How to Manage Darker Days”