[Once a week, I am going to be sharing with you a brave story sent in from a reader. You can comment, respond, encourage. Want to submit your own story or a story of a brave friend of yours? Head to thatisbrave.com!]
This week’s #thatisbrave story comes from Jen J Kelly. You know I’m a BIG fan of counseling- and I love how she talks about it here! Her words, and her name, are used with her permission.
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Counseling is an incredibly complicated and artful activity to describe. It’s like a great, big, mesh of remembering the old and starting anew.
It’s the sometimes long/sometimes short/just right process of opening up wounds, forgotten and unforgotten, and then willing to stay there for a while. Just long enough to figure out how they got there, but not too long to inhibit healing.
Counseling is trying your damnedest to be open and honest but finding it almost impossible to do so. It is absolutely about being comfortable enough to share repressed memories, hurts, and blessings over time, while not knowing exactly how the progression of counseling works.
It’s oftentimes a difficult journey of admitting regrets, selfish behavior, unwelcomed hurts and doing the homework after the session. It is a procedure, a development, an activity, a method, scientific, spiritual, and terrifyingly intimate. Counseling is doing all of this, at separate times and at the same time. It’s knowing how to manage this unique relationship, by being respectful of both parties involved when so much is shared. Counseling looks the same at a distance but is always unique to the individuals involved. My counseling session has never been done before and will never be done again. The tears, the talking, the secrets, the questions, the realizations, the thoughts, and the time invested, is truly unique and priceless. If done right, with the right person, and the right amount of time and prayer: counseling is healing…
To tell you that the journey was easy and counseling was a walk in the park would be a sick joke, and I’m not one to sugar coat. Counseling is more than hard. But if you are willing to listen, to open up, to share, and to do the work after the session, than healing old wounds is possible. God is furiously longing to restore people and marriages and stories like yours and mine. But it takes both parties involved. Much like counseling. Actually, a lot like counseling.
The one piece of advice I so wish I would’ve heard or had growing up is that – Counseling is good. You don’t need to hide it, or pretend you are too good for it. Counseling is not for the weak but for the courageous. The brave souls that can face the bare, raw, baggaged, beauty of themselves and ask for help. If you think you need to talk to someone, go do it. Not just someone who will prescribe you pills and not to someone who’s only advice will be to ‘pray more’ or ‘read your Bible more’, but someone who loves Jesus and knows there is science inside of you that exists. Someone that is professional and loving and knows that science and spirituality go hand in hand with healing.
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Yes. I know. I died of happy, too.
Let’s read the book together, y’all!
I mean. EEK and ACK and WOW and WHOA and NICE MOVE, MONDAY!
A few weeks ago, I got all inspired on a walk at my favorite lake here in Nashville. That tends to be how my life works these days- I experience something, work my way through it, then figure out a way to share about it.
And this verse in the picture (and yes, that is a picture of the exact path where this story was born) is one of my all-time favorites. Psalm 119:32.
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Hi. I’m Annie. I write books for my job.
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