Louise Miller
Louise Miller, MA,
Albuquerque, NM

Welcome to the Journey!

Maybe you know some
people who've improved
the quality of their life with professional assistance.

You might be wondering
if seeking professional assistance could be
beneficial to you. Congratulations! That can
be a very exciting place,
and maybe a bit scary, too.

The Therapeutic Journey

So there are things that aren't going so well in your life, and you are having some difficulty making sense of them—maybe you are beginning to see some patterns in your life, or maybe it just seems like a chaotic mess. You've asked some of your friends for assistance, maybe you've read some books and articles, and that has helped, but there's still that gnawing sense that you're still not where you want to be with your self or your life.

It helps to have, or create, attitudes of self-curiosity, a willingness to observe, to witness, to note. Therapy is work—emotional work and mental work. It is common to feel exhausted after a session, and if you do, know that you have worked hard in the session. It usually helps to journal, or do something expressive like artwork or dancing, right after sessions, so that you capture some of the immediacy of the session,insights and awarenesses you have come to. Journaling frequently between sessions helps to follow up on the threads you are becoming aware of in yourself, to maintain the continuity between sessions, to show you your patterns, tendencies, concerns, issues.

For many, there is nothing as exciting as this inner journey, to know oneself that intimately. To know deeply who you really are and where you have been takes effort, time, inclination, and great courage. Welcome to the journey!

"The Journey" by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.

But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.