My Own Experience A few years ago, while taking a course, I was required to attend a series of therapy sessions. My first thought? “I’m fine — I don’t need therapy!”  I was sure I had no problems to sort out. Full of confidence (or maybe a little full of myself), I sat across from my therapist, who smiled and nodded. I should have clued in right then. After just two sessions, memories and emotions I hadn’t thought about in years began to surface. Some were small and seemingly

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