I saw myself as helpless, and not having any control over my life, with no hope for the future. My therapist didn't see it that way. She kept her vision (different from mine), to herself until I could voice all the injustices and pain I was experiencing from childhood. Eventually, I came to see things differently, more eye to eye with the therapist. We did not always agree on how to get there, but it was my process, and she was glad to let me be in the driver's seat.