Story to tell....Veronique

I remember sitting in the waiting room, with my mother in law next to me, holding my hand. I thought to myself: "This is probably the lowest point in my life! I have decided to try to talk to someone, seek therapy from a psychotherapist. What is wrong with me??" That's the mindset I had back then. I was supposed to be strong, I had always excelled at everything that I had done, and there I was, unable to do the simplest smallest thing ever, not able to sleep, sitting there with my mother in law in the waiting room of a therapist! (no offence Lucie ;)). I got in the room, she told me, my therapist: "I know you won't be believe me yet and probably not for a while, but you'll get out of this "dark hole" you are into, and we'll do it together!" I was totally suspicious, having always thought that this was stupid - seeing a therapist- and no idea how it could help. There's one thing that I knew though, I was in pain, I was struggling...