I don’t want to be here.
That was the main thought racing through my mind as I sat in the plain room in Jacksonville, Florida waiting for my session to begin. I’d spoken to multiple therapists. They all had their own different methods. But at this point I was getting desperate. I needed to fix what was going on with me if I was going to save my career.
As I tried to get comfortable, the woman with a soothing voice sitting across from me instructed me to close my eyes, and then began counting down very slowly.
5…
How did this happen? How did I get here?