You’re not weak. You’re the strongest person out there 🌍 You didn’t quit when times got tough. You put your big girl panties (or big man undies) on & delt with it.
There is nothing to be ashamed of, if you see a therapist. I never know what the right term is: therapist, counsellor, pshychologist ?? I always use therapist but I think they’re all synonyms anyway 🤔 all in all, it doesn’t matter what you call him or her, if they’re helping you, that’s all that matters.
This post is an appreciation post, directed to the woman who I believe had a big part in; why I’m still alive. With the combination of her help & medications, I believe that they’re the reason I’m still breathing.
BUT, not all my experiences seeing a therapist were a success. My first experience with a therapist wasn’t as helpful as the second time.
My first ever therapist, was an old lady with white hair and she was a big B word. She was so rude to me & disputed with me every time about the fact that I cried during our sessions. I’m an emotional person, what can I say ? It’s always hard for me to talk about what bothers me because I feel like others are going to judge the way that I’m feeling.
After a while of going to see this mean old lady, I finally put my big girl panties on and told her that I wasn’t going to see her anymore. She wasn’t helping me, she was only making me feel worse about myself.
I forget the time frame but probably a few years after not seeing a therapist, I went into a big depression. I needed help. My mom convinced me to go see a therapist again and give someone else a try. I’m thankful I did because she really helped me. She made me believe that there are therapist’s who want to help.
Even during my sessions with my new therapist, I cried but this time she didn’t yell at me. She let me be myself & feel whatever emotion I was feeling. Now that’s a real therapist.
We all need to ask for help sometimes but don’t lose hope if you don’t get the help right away, it takes time. For example, if I would’ve gave up after my first therapist, I would’ve never gotten better because I wouldn’t have wanted to give my other therapist a chance. Guess who would’ve suffered from that, me. Nobody else but me.
We tend to do that. Well, I do. I tend to be stubborn and not want to accept the help because I think I can do it on my own but sometimes I can’t. Sometimes I need to put my pride behind me and ask for help.
A little message from me to you ✏️ love yourself enough to ask for help and don’t be ashamed of it. You matter, so what ever help you need, take it. There is nobody on this planet like you & that is your power. Find the strength to keep pushing every day. Don’t give up.