Years ago, I sought counselling for feelings of overwhelm and anxiety. Along with a recent move away from friends and family, I’d started a new job, had three small children to care for, a new church to attend, blah, blah, blah. When someone suggested that I talk to a therapist/counsellor, I thought that a grand idea. I could vent to an objective person, and if I seemed off my rocker she or he would be sworn to confidentiality, or they could commit me. At the time, that didn’