Go To Therapy

Before my sisters went off to college, I thought people who went to therapy were weak. I always thought you should just silently deal with your shit and keep it moving. When my sisters left, life changed a lot around my house. There was so much going on, and the house of cards inevitably came crashing down. I used to say that I put everything on a shelf in the back of my mind and just let it sit in storage. I never dealt with it, and as soon as the storage closet gets full, you have nowhere else to put things. My mom suggested therapy, and I thought she was crazy. Are you fucking kidding me? Do you think I have mental health issues? Do you think I’m crazy? If you’ve ever met my mother, she is anything but crazy. She is smarter than fuck. She always knows best. I knew that then, and I know that now. So, I listened despite the negative things I associated with therapy. If you’ve never been to therapy, it’s fucking awesome. You get to sit in a bean bag, fiddle with toys, and talk about your feelings. You get to dump shit on someone who is paid to fix it. I also always assumed shrinks/therapists were full of shit. I thought they gave everyone the same list of things to do and made money off one piece of advice. I thought they were basically paid liars. That is not it at all. My therapist knows her shit. She called me out on my shit, and she was honest. That was what I needed. I haven’t been in almost a year because I wanted to check in before I went to college and just talk things through. It was great. Talking things through with an unbiased person is always a great fix. I guess the point of this post is just to say go to therapy. It’s not weak. It’s not for only mentally unhealthy people. It’s for people who just need someone to talk to or to figure something out. I honestly wish I could smack my 2021 self. I’ve always been very confident talking about my emotions. I grew up in a house where feelings were talked about. I don’t know why I judged therapy so hard, but I did. I’ve always felt like a very weak person. I’m not strong at all. I have no work ethic. I have little motivation most of the time. I share my feelings openly. I found all these things to be weak for a long time, so I guess I associated therapy with being weak too. I can’t emphasize enough how much it is the opposite. I’ve grown into thinking people who don’t share their feelings are the weak ones. People who are honest and open are much cooler to me. I have a great admiration for people who tell it how it is. If shit sucks, shit sucks. If shit is great, shit is great. I like that mentality. If you have ever thought about going to therapy, you should go. If you already go to therapy, I admire you! If you look down on people who go to therapy, fuck you! Happy Wednesday everyone!