People often apologise in the first session for not having the words. For rambling. For crying. For going blank.
There's a part that believes you need to arrive with your pain neatly summarised, like you're making a case for why you deserve to be there.
You don't.
The mess is information. The moments where words won't come, where your throat tightens, where you feel exposed, that's not you failing. That's a part protecting you from something that feels too big to name yet.
We don't force it. We meet what shows up, at your pace.
The room is already yours.
What stops you from reaching out for support when you need it?