Thursdays have become the day where I work for several hours, then leave to go to therapy. I’m not ashamed to admit that I go to therapy. I’ve been going to therapy since this year started and it’s been very helpful for me on a personal level. Talking to somebody who is not biased and has to listen is a liberating feeling. I talk to my siblings every once in a while and it is good. It’s always good to talk to one’s siblings, if you have any. I have five, but sometimes, you need to talk to somebody who doesn’t know you as well as they do. Who doesn’t know all your secrets. I can tell her my secrets and tell her my reasoning behind every secret, and everything else I’ve done and thought.
She’s such a nice woman and she’s been so kind to me. During our short time together, she has pointed out changes in me that I knew had not been there before. She has seen me grow in such a short span of time; since January. She has seen me through many ups and downs and she has been a rock I can lean on.
I am so grateful for my therapist. I can thank my brother for introducing her to me. My mental state has improved greatly since I started and I would only leave her because my health insurance ended. I will be sad when I do leave her. She has become a friend to me and I would not have improved if I hadn’t had a person telling me to improve without yelling at me or being ultra critical. What a relief!
And on that note, it’s been real!