Cogito me cogitare — “I am who I am”
In 2021, the second year of the pandemic, I walked into my therapy appointment as per usual, expecting another normal session where I try to calm myself down the whole time, and try to ignore the events and emotional experiences I had become a part of that week.
It was not a normal appointment.
My therapist sat me down and brought out a piece of paper with writing on the back and front. It was covered in pen, the words almost blending together. I had only known her for 6 weeks. The amount of pen that had been scribbled across the page had my…