I had seen so many different counselors that I lost count. Yes, I was tired, and as tired as I was, every week, sometimes up to three times a week, I got up and went to yet, another counselling session. Every time was the same for me, I would go, talk, cry, and go back home feeling the same, if not worse. I used to get a new counselor now and then, so I was not surprised when I was told that I had a new one. But this time was different. This counselor was different. Yes, the usual awkward small talk as we walked down the hall to the same office was different. There was a gentle calmness about her. And there was a peace in that room that I had never felt before. Yes, there was something different about this lady…
She was a Christian.
As I sat there talking and crying, I noticed that she was listening. She understood both the mental and spiritual battle I was going through.
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