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In 2013, I found myself livid and disgusted with systems spearheaded by White Supremacy, especially in Alabama. It did not bother me that someone disliked me because of my skin pigment. The reason for my anger was that a group of people had the power to dictate the…
I’ve never shared this in a public forum before, but here goes: I go to counseling twice a month.
The stigma of seeking support is lifting – in fact, April is Counseling Awareness month – but it still takes courage to admit it. Why? Because when you say you’re going to counseling, what you’re really saying is, “I am someone who needs a little help.” And that can be a very uncomfortable statement to make.
Personally, I prefer to pretend that I have it all together, that I can handle this crazy thing called life just fine. But there are times in which I reach the limits of my own capacity. In such times, I’m blind to possibility; I need someone trustworthy to point out vistas I could never have seen on my own.
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