We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Chisel

In therapy, I told my therapist that I was scared.

I don't want to be the person who sounds whiney or complains about their life. But with many boulders crashing onto your path, you'd think I learned to just turn around and find another way around it. At the time, I thought that's what I was doing. But it turns out, I just rolled down the hill. And kept doing that every time another boulder came. Now I'm in pain. I'm making my way back up. But now I'm face to face with the same boulders not knowing how to break it. Because the only way to get past this feeling is to go through that boulder.

"So we need to chisel it. We can chisel that and get you to the other side," said my therapist.

I, now feel hopeful. I can do this.

But why does that feel like a lie?