I used to HATE the idea of therapy. Honestly, I cannot truly articulate the reason, but I assume it had something to do with the feeling that going admitted I was broken, crazy, or weak…. or something along those lines. I had bought into the stigma and because of it I often denied myself the help I needed. But God… Over the years He changed my perspective and humbled me a bit, showing me that as a human, I am inherently broken, and I need help sorting through and picking up a