Modalities July 1, 2014 Why I Go to Counseling: My Messy Beautiful by Caroline McGraw 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. [Click here to read the rest of the story at A Wish Come Clear … ] Share on: Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google + Previous articleCross My Heart, Hope to Die, Stick A Needle in My Eye Next articleLosing Life and Growing My Garden You may also like March 3, 2020 P.J. Stewart: An Artist at Work March 2, 2020 New Directions: Art and the Family March 2, 2020 Primal Art March 2, 2020 Keeping Up with Charlene Carter Be first to comment Click here to cancel reply. Cancel reply Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.