I loved jigsaw puzzles as a child. The entire process of attempting to arrange the separate pieces of a puzzle in a way that they all fit was both frustrating and thrilling.
Life, I have realised, is much like that puzzle. Except nobody gives you the box with the picture on it. You have to figure out what the image is supposed to be, one piece at a time. Some pieces don't fit where you first try them. Some pieces get lost. And sometimes, you have to let go of the image you thought you were building and discover a new one.
Therapy, in many ways, is about finding the pieces and slowly assembling them into something that makes sense to you.