All our lives we’ve had the help of our parents in mapping out our life plans- nursery school, then primary school, then university. It’s as if they only planned to be with us for so long. And I get it. By twenty-something, you’re ‘supposed’ to be an adult, probably even married and beginning that entire lifecycle for someone else (a.k.a your kids). But not me. Well, not yet. I’m a twenty-something year old who constantly asks myself, ‘WTF am I supposed to be doing in life?’ If you’re like me, then this post is for you. Grab a cup of coffee and enjoy!
I’ll fluff those pillows and fill the room with beautiful fragrances and scented candles. I’ll listen to you without judgement in my heart, my voice or my face. You’ll look at me and see love. Love, not because you’re perfect, but love because you’re flawed like I am. Continue reading “When I finally become a therapist…”→