Dear Future Client,
Hi, I’m Connie.
You’re probably here because life is harder than usual, and you’re not quite sure where to go next or what you need right now to make life easier. Honestly, I’m not sure what or where that is either. But what I do know is that figuring out life together is not as lonely, daunting, or painful. You might even discover something new or exciting in the process, something that piques your curiosity enough to keep you anticipating—and even excited about—what will come next.
To me, this is the magic of relationships that cannot be replicated or replaced with anything else. When I mean ‘this,’ I mean the impact that you may feel from even reading what I wrote here. Maybe you feel hopeful reading this letter, or maybe you think what I’m writing is corny. Regardless, when we’re in the therapy room, we share this sacred space together, exploring the human condition and sharing our human experiences with one another. It’ll be two humans with different life experiences and perspectives coming together, sharing our experiences and attempting to truly understand one another. . . except you will probably do more of the sharing, and I will probably do more of the “attempting to understand” due to the nature of this relationship ;). I find the space between us so special and precious, there’s nothing quite like it. The space between us is where magic happens.
You’re probably wondering how sharing the human experience helps you, what even is the magic, and how any of this is even relevant to therapy. I can’t speak for you on how therapy may be healing for you, but I can share my experience. In 2017, I went through a terrible breakup, got laid off from my job, and had to move back in with my parents who I have very complicated relationships with. I had intrusive suicidal thoughts at least twice a month, and constantly wondered whether I should just die. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. I didn’t feel like I mattered for most of my life. This was the story I told myself for as long as I could remember. But after discovering my own therapy and going to support groups, I finally felt . . . relevant. I felt like I mattered. I received feedback from group members that they were impacted by the things I shared. I was shocked. I didn’t realize that I could impact anyone, even myself. This realization colored my gray-scaled world, little by little. I realized I wasn’t the only one feeling the way I did—unimportant, lost, lonely. I never felt as if anyone could truly understand me—which, I guess, is true to a certain extent. My existential loneliness never quite went away and it probably never will, but knowing that everyone else is going through their own existential loneliness, and having had a few special people in my life (including my therapist) who attempted to reach me and understand me the best they could, kept me alive and less lonely. Most importantly, they made me feel like I mattered. If it wasn’t for these people, I’m not sure if you would have ever run into my website, reading this letter. It’s dramatic, but true.
If any of this resonates with you and I’ve piqued your interest, feel free to reach out and we’ll chat.
Thank you for reading this letter. I’m grateful for you just even reading my letter and making brief contact with me without me even knowing that you did :P, even if you decide to not reach out.
With warmth,
Connie