Well, in January of this year, I decided that I wanted to be a therapist. I told my T a couple months later...I was scared to tell her that I wanted to do this. I usually don't have a problem talking to my T, but my T knows everything about me. Also, she is an excellent T, a supervising T, and a Clinical Director. So, her opinion meant a LOT to me. I wanted to be a T because I had such a great experience with my T. She helped me come back from the brink of death to thriving, and I want to help others do the same. When I told my T this, she was very excited and told me that she became a T because she sought therapy when she was young. Her T walked alongside her and helped set her free. She said that she was glad that she could do the same for me.

So, there are two of us in this story who became/are becoming Ts because we had other Ts help us heal from the hurt and go from barely surviving to thriving!