Therapy

This week marks 10 weeks of therapy.

10 weeks of healing, proactive self care and learning how to love on all my “whys”. It’s so interesting how my own mental health training couldn’t help me figure out what I’ve learned in 10 weeks. I couldn’t be my own therapist as much as I knew how to counsel others. I tried. I really tried. I saw the dysfunction. I saw my tendencies. I saw the consequences. I also saw all the good. But I didn’t know how important understanding “why”, and, frankly, I didn’t care to get to the root. Because what did it matter? I’m very self aware. I’ve done the work to know myself well. What did it matter to understand why? Turns out, it matters a lot. My life has gone left and right, up and down and along the way there are these moments that impacted me. Some with significance that makes sense and some that will always have me confused. I will never stop saying this: take care of your mind, body and soul so you’re not always in repair mode. My choices affect others, and I want to steward this life with as little collateral damage as possible. 10 weeks ago I came to this understanding that I need help to figure out why I am the way that I am because I saw what it was doing to other people. As much as I was hurt by others, I hurt others, too. Not all parts of me needed healing, but every part of me needs love. Learning to love every bit of my heart has been worth every penny, every moment and all the effort.

Friend, if you’re waiting for the right time to go to therapy, it won’t come. Choose it now.

Therapy isn’t a dirty word.
It’s nothing to be ashamed of.