I have been to see my counselor five times now. I have spent a few hundred dollars and more than ten hours of time driving and sitting in sessions so far.

Because I asked during my last session, my therapist was willing to share with me the story of her brokenness, and along with it, the tenderness of God she experienced when she was at her lowest place.

I learned in my third counseling session this past week that I suffer from what my counselor calls "blocked goal anger." It's not the fierce, fanatical, malicious type of anger that wants to kill all the things.