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The client has been coming to sessions with me for several months when he asks, “Are you a Christian?”
I respond, “Is that something that’s important to you?”
He explains, “I have a friend who has asked if my counselor is a Christian. It’s kind of a big deal to him.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him I don’t know if you’re a Christian or not, but I’m feeling better since starting to see you. I told them that you were ‘Christian Enough.’”
When clients first visit with me they often ask, “Am I crazy?” They are asking the question in all seriousness. They’ll tell me more of their story and ask again, “Am I crazy? You’d tell me, right?”
For some, the question is asked because the choices they’ve made seem utterly unreasonable. The things they’ve done to themselves seem outrageous and irrational. For others, the things that have been done to them are truly unbelievable.
My response over and over is, “You’re not crazy, you’re hurting like crazy.”
It’s the question I asked, too. It’s easier to think we are crazy than to believe that the memories are actual events. Easier to think we are crazy than to acknowledge the extent of betrayal. Easier to be crazy than to turn and face the choices we’ve made. Easier to brush off the pain by hoping we’ve lost our marbles somewhere along the way.