I must confess that walking into Dr O'Riley's office today, or rather Tristan, as he insisted I called him, I was prepared for a much worse report.
We started off slowly, him asking me the basic questions about myself.
I tried my best to express myself as openly as I possibly could. And in the end, he had concluded that I had some personality disorder and hidden trauma I needed to work on.
Answering some personal questions had gotten me to realize the deep longing I felt for the person I used to be.
I had confessed that I sometimes had imposter syndrome. I also didn't really know who I was.
He had praised me for taking the first step to self-discover this way, encouraging me to keep the energy in the sessions that would follow this one.
“I've arranged the sessions for two times a wee
