In the Beginning Was

There are moments in life when things arrive without you having asked for them. Not exactly by chance, but as a calling that you can no longer ignore.

I have been in the field of psychology since I was 19 — I am now 33.

I began out of a deep-seated need to serve. Since 2022, I have been running my own practice, meeting families and individuals who are desperately seeking relief from the burdens of life.

Yet, every time a session would conclude and the moment for payment would arrive, I felt — and still feel — a sense of inner discomfort.

I feel that the essence of genuine support is somehow diluted by money, even though survival remains a necessary reality. I have yet to find the balance in this.

Throughout my life, I have often come close to the footsteps of Jesus, only to drift away again, burdened by reflections that led me off that path.

However, in this recent time, I have understood something decisive:

The people who come to me do not necessarily need solutions.
They have often already thought of them.
They need to believe.

They need to find something powerful that will give them the courage to believe in themselves again.

I do not speak as a saint or a sage who has found the ultimate meaning, but as a human being who, in his weakness, has surrendered.

I cannot say that I have found all the answers, but I have slowly begun to entrust my life more deeply to Him.

So far, it is the most meaningful path I have encountered.

This is one of the reasons that led me to the path of a chaplain.

I want to be present for those in need — not from the position of an "expert," as I do in my practice, but as a human being who simply offers his presence.

I want to listen.
To feel their spiritual journey, their pain, their burdens, their joy, and their agony.

Here, then, the journey begins.

This post is the beginning.

And I look forward to sharing more moments — both beautiful and difficult — as I continue my formation and my study on this path.