Love this. Positive and insightful for those of us dragging ourselves to therapy each week, only for it to hurt like hell… and then we go again next week. Brilliant read. Very reassuring. x
The stigma of mental illness lingers despite the carloads of Xanax-filled vials in the pockets and purses of America. The notion of life as an easily mastered enterprise persists. When the going gets tough, the tough get going — so we are told. Those who cannot, by force of will, get through difficult events unaided are thought to lack the right stuff.
I disagree. There is a quiet heroism in admitting you need help. Opening yourself to a stranger requires courage. Awareness of your limitations is humbling. If all this were easy, therapists would observe lines leading to our turnstiled offices. Traffic pile-ups would slow the route.
Don’t get the wrong idea. The people who seek treatment are indistinguishable from everyone else. They range from rich, famous, and gorgeous to a more unremarkable lot. They are your neighbor and your friend. They might have been you and they may yet…
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