For me to only get a sense of peace when going to my therapy sessions highlights how I seriously I need a major change in my life. The sessions were supposed to be for my husband and me but after he refused to go to any of them with me they turned into a place for me to go and vent out all of my frustrations to someone who wouldn’t judge me.
“Rissa I wanted to bring to your attention that it might be better for you to do some group sessions” My therapist said to me five minutes after me sitting down for our session.
“I don’t like that idea, I don’t need other people knowing my business and judging me” I said starting to feel uncomfortable.
“I assure you no one will judge you, there are a lot of women are going through the same things you’re going through and I think it would be much better for your progress if you attended them.
I sighed knowing that she probably wasn't going to drop the idea but the thought of having the embarrassing details of my life exposed to strangers left me standing firm on not doing group sessions.
“I’ll tell you what if you agree to come to one group session and you still feel the same I’ll never suggest them again plus I’ll make your next session free of charge” She said trying her luck at striking a deal with me.
I reluctantly agreed and she gave me the details about where and when it would take place. After I got all of the details our sessions began and she started by bringing up a sore subject.
“Last session you told me about your son Adrian’s arrest and how that affected you, so today I wanted to get into how close of a relationship you and he have” She said while pulling her note pad out to take notes.
I bit my lip and took a deep breath while trying to get all of my thoughts together “Well Adrian is my first born and even though he’s sixteen he is still my baby, since I had him when I was really young he was all I had so me and him were really close”