Therapy Gives Me Power No One Can Take Away

Seeking mental health care gave me a sense of purpose and peace.

Once upon a time I felt fine! Well put-together and living the best version of me, I was pretty fantastic! I’d heard of mental health therapy, but that was for people with big problems. Granted, there were probably a couple tiny things I could improve here and there, but nothing I needed to lay on someone’s couch for while I sobbed into tissues about my issues. Not interested! If I encountered road blocks in life I was smart enough to figure them out. I’d dodge, adjust and roll with the punches. After a persuasive self-pep talk, I’d then wait for people to change their ways, and stand by for opportunities to float in my direction. I could always count on life’s pendulum to eventually swing my way. Ebbs and flows baby, ebbs and flows.

But a couple of years ago I experienced an extra rough season with no end in sight and entered an uncharted river of perpetual disappointment. Something was wrong. The pendulum wasn’t rotating my way often enough and helplessness became a familiar companion. Good and stuck in a funk, I figured I’d pop in for a couple of therapy sessions, reset my attitude, and be on my way. But that “pop in” lead to so much more. It was the first day of a mental health journey that would change everything.