My first round of therapy in college (mandated after the loss of a close friend), I did nothing for months but show up each week and sit in silence looking at the T. He would try to engage me, but I refused to respond most of the time. When I questioned the purpose of even showing up, he told me that just being there was a big accomplishment and step in healing. After several months, I finally started to talk a little. Then I graduated and did not have to see him anymore.

This second round of therapy the past three years has been a much different experience. I was ready to open up and talk. It was time.

My point is that the main thing to do is just keep showing up and being honest. It will grow into what it is supposed to be.