Well, the day has finally arrived! My life has finally reached a point of stability where I have the resources to see a therapist.
In the past, there were many hurdles to me finding a therapist – cost, long work hours, inadequate health insurance, and the mental health issues that made navigating the mental healthcare system nearly impossible. But now that I’ve resolved my anxiety, depression, and other mysterious undiagnosed issues on my own and overcome the systemic barriers that kept my life in a state of uncertainty, I can finally set aside the time, money, and mental resources to procure a therapist.
I knew this day would finally come!
Now, I look forward to sitting with a therapist and rehashing some of the insecurities, childhood traumas, and general chemical imbalances that wreaked havoc on my teen years, my twenties, and much of my 30s as I struggled to maintain healthy relationships and my career, but in a way less angsty, raw, and unprocessed way. Good or bad, I’ve already constructed my own narrative about it all, and I can’t wait to tell my therapist all about it.
And now that I’ve found ways to cope and process entirely on my own to the point where I’ve found happiness and stability, it really should be pretty easy to go to therapy.
I’m so glad I got here!
And I just want anyone reading to know that there is hope – someday you will if you’re lucky enough, you just might find yourself in the position of being a grounded, positive person, who is now able to pursue therapy. Good luck!