You Should Go to Therapy

I like to think that I’m a good listener. I always saw myself in a “helping” profession, like a counselor or a social worker. I liked helping people. I felt like it was what I was meant to do. 

But to be perfectly honest, I’m not very good at accepting help myself. I like to do things for myself. Call it self-efficacy or call me stubborn. Maybe it’s a combination of both, but I was convinced that whatever was happening, whatever was going on in my life, I could handle it on my own. 

I had been to therapists before, but I never stuck with one for very long. It would always start the same: I would start going to the sessions ready to take charge of my life and my well-being before losing momentum. Or I just never felt comfortable enough to want to open up and talk about anything. Either way, I ghosted a lot. 

My Dad told me about a woman he had met when he was a pharmacist. She was an LPC in Latrobe. He told me I should give her a call, so I did. 

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I spent the next year learning a lot about myself.  

Most importantly, I know that it’s okay to not be okay sometimes, and it’s okay to get help if you need it. 

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