When the Click Happened: From Curiosity to Clarity

I was 19, in college, when I walked into the in-house counselor’s room for the first time. It wasn’t planned. It was curiosity. What really happens in there?

I went in, sat down, and just… talked. Maybe it was the way she listened, maybe it was the space itself but I noticed I was more open with her, less filtered, freer.

When the session ended and I walked out, something felt different. I’d been okay before, but now I felt better. A little lighter. A little happier. It was as though I had put down a weight I didn’t even know I’d been carrying.

To check if it was just a one-off, I went back for another session. The same thing happened. I felt safe, I could express, and she listened without judgment, without assumptions. Not once did I wonder what she might be thinking of me.

I had friends, family, and cousins I could talk to. But here, in that room, I could express everything. And maybe that’s what kept me going back. This space where I could show up as I was, and feel like I belonged.

That was my first experience of therapy.

That was my first click moment.

Sometimes, the power of therapy isn’t in advice or solutions it’s in being heard, held, and seen without filters.

Have you ever walked into a space out of curiosity and walked out feeling lighter?