Therapy costs a pretty penny. And if I’m honest, I expected the sessions to fix me—but they didn’t. I sobbed during the first few; I couldn’t stop. The experience was an odd melancholy release of everything I had been holding inside. And while I have yet to feel ‘fixed,’ I will liken it to someone coming alongside a weary traveler and offering to help carry their bags. It doesn’t make you feel less tired, but it makes your burden more manageable. And it’s the relief of someone else saying, ‘I care that you make it to your destination.’