It’s Normal

Acozy psychologist’s office, comfortable armchairs, wallpaper adorned with various butterfly shapes, acrylic reproductions of Van Gogh’s masterpieces… Seated on a soft cushion on the floor, I carefully observe every detail around me, whether it’s the butterflies on the walls or the paintings (which, of course, I know inside and out since I’m the one who created them). Sometimes, my gaze shifts towards the therapist, who is settled in an armchair. Over time, he has learned not to be surprised by how I organize my space within his office. However, he still involuntarily raises an eyebrow at some of the things I share with him. Flashback 7 years ago, I walked into a therapist’s office with a straightforward desire: “I just want to be normal”. Thoughts had started to creep into my mind that something in my life was amiss, and perhaps not going as it should. I had a solid job and the freedom to design my life however I pleased. Yet, the traditional milestones like marriage, kids, owning property — the usual and normal human path, so to speak — left me utterly uninterested. I caught myself thinking “somewhere I don’t know where, but definitely not here.” It was as though my path was diverging, uncharted, and I grappled to squeeze myself into the mold of “normalcy.” Alas, all the such attempts left me more frustrated than before. <a href="https://medium.com/@kate.tarnalitskaya/its-normal-9af0029e166c">Visit Now</a>