In the past four years, I've had four different therapists. Each time I went to one I was hoping to find someone who cared enough to tell me the things I did wrong and help me go about changing them. But until I found my fourth therapist, I was lost inside my own world.
I went to my first therapist at age 12. At the time, my life was filled with chaos, and I didn't know who to talk to or how to handle it.
My dad was in jail, my mother and I weren't talking, and in a little more than a year, several family members had died. All the feelings I had began to build up inside, and I felt like I was drowning in my emotions.