Everyone would have a therapist.
So, here’s the post where I tell everyone I’ve been seeing a therapist. Full disclosure: My parents don’t know I’ve been seeing said therapist on a biweekly basis — there are things your parents don’t need to know.
I started seeing G (that’s what I’m calling her) in February and she’s amazing. She was highly recommended by a very trusted mentor of mine.
I’ve talked to her about everything: work, family, boys, weight. She’s figuratively held my hand through several ah-ha moments, and while there are still a few more sessions to be had, there have been several big takeaways.
Without spilling most of my guts (this isn’t The Walking Dead), here are a few things I’ve been focusing on lately.
- Most of my problems are temporary. This isn’t forever. This is actually a good thing.
- Grief really does have several stages, and you have to go through the motions of denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I’ve rocked this cycle several times over. Couldn’t have done it without G.
- Celebrate. Instead of beating myself up with the amount of work left to do in my self-discovery/shrinking journey, why not celebrate the positive choices I’ve been making? I’m going to celebrate the little things (this includes a four-pound weight loss since heading to San Francisco in January)!
Regardless of your issue (or issues), talking to a trained and impartial professional is worth a shot. Ask around, find one you’re comfortable with, and don’t be afraid of that tissue box. It’s there for a reason.