Clinical Psychology: A Learner's Journey

Previously

…I sat back in my chair, the notebook open before me, the scribbled notes a testament to the beginning of a journey. I looked at the words: hum, scattered leaves, grey fog, blue, small, abandonment. They were breadcrumbs, leading into an unknown forest. And I knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified me, that I had to follow. Dr. Reed was right. The territory was complex. But for the first time, standing on its edge, I felt a nascent sense of purpose, a quiet resolve. I would walk this path, with Elias, and with myself. The mysteries of the mind were vast, and I was just beginning to glimpse their shadowed depths.