It started as a whisper: a little voice in my head telling me to do the thing I already knew I needed to do. The whisper ebbed and flowed in its frequency—with each bout of heightened OCD, anxiety or depression; with each issue in a relationship I didn’t quite know how to face; with the very steady rise of self-doubt in my head, all throughout the middle years of my twenties. It started softly, and it grew in urgency as time passed by—this little voice in my head, the one telling me I needed to go to therapy.
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