This week I started seeing my therapist again. I feel like therapy is one of those things more people need to talk about and that more people definitely need to do. It’d been a long stretch since I’d seen her but it really was liking slipping into something old and comfortable. Is it possible to miss your therapist? Because I’m thinking I missed mine.
I sat on the couch and I kid you not – two minutes in and I was in tears. It’s not that I’m in a terrible space but talking about the things that have been nagging at me – even in that short few moments just felt so…good. I’m hoping that I won’t cry every single time I’m there – not that it matters one way or the other, but crying in therapy? I was seriously saying “get yourself together!” in my head (while grabbing another tissue).
I’m sharing this not because I’m OMGSOBRAVE but just to maybe take away a little bit of the stigma that surrounds mental health and all of it’s veins. There’s so much going on in most people’s day to day that I think we forget to check on ourselves which can be catastrophic in so many ways.
Recognizing that talking about my feeeeeeelings with someone who is trained to help me sort it all out is pretty much amazing and tears aside, I’m so glad to be doing this for myself.