She kept me busy, that’s for certain. But the real question remained. Was it helping me at all?
No bribe or gift in the universe could manipulate my mind into speaking at school
My report cards were covered in A+’s and A’s. Yet the column labeled “participation” was glaringly different. “Needs improvement”
I suppose my young mind had already made itself up. Talking was scary in public settings. The fear was still looming largely in the back of my head, holding me back from expressing myself.
“It’s embarrassing to say this, but I used to be self-centered and snobby”
“And,” she continues, “that’s why I decided to become a therapist myself.”