I See a Psychotherapist Once a Week
It is not what I thought.

Psychotherapy. A scary title for those who may have fallen to the hysterical stigma around mental health. Psychotherapy is pretty exciting, and a form of care should have looked into a very long time ago. You see, Psychotherapy is the treatment of mental disorder by psychological rather than medical means. I advise you to learn this sort of therapy if you are suffering from mental health illness(es). Every therapist I have had a session with would hit me with the monotonous, "and how does that make you feel?" Mine says, "That must have made you feel inferior." My favorite is, "Jeez, you don't look good. You okay?" And I proceeded to grab my messy mane (I usually forget a scrunchie) and said, "Why? Is my fur in disarray?" We just laugh, and I appreciate that about him. He diagnosed me with PTSD and anxiety with no rush to medicate me. And truth be told, I don't ever feel like I'm in therapy. We talk about everything and anything, and I look forward to my weekly appointments. I also look forward to completing my journey with him—he has become my confidant, my mentor. He is the first in his field to make me feel so comfortable. When I address him, I address him by his first name, which makes our visits pleasant. I would recommend him in a heartbeat. I also would recommend this type of therapy for no matter the ailment of the mind. It is worth it for some peace.
I was speaking to my aunt when she recommended that I begin looking for help. After describing my fears of medicines, she advised me that I should " find somebody to talk to." I love her, she just reworded herself like a detective behind the bright lightbulb, and you know what? It worked. She is my Yoda, and I love her dearly, more than I can express in words. I followed her advice. She was right. I just needed to talk about it. I needed help to get over issues that I have had for a long time, stewing in a cauldron of self-hate. I was suffering, and if I am staying real with you here, talking to myself was just making it the worst to handle. I was inadvertently weakening my resolve to become who I wanted to be. I was draining my spirit.
I didn't jump into psychotherapy because I woke up one day and said, "I need a psychotherapist." I stumbled upon it on accident. I have attempted to keep my sanity together for these 15 past years. It was challenging to find a clinic that would take my insurance, and it was just as painful to wait for the return calls to my inquisitions. I just want therapy, I thought in pure aggravation! But Dr.B? He answered within a few rings. I was SOBBING in a parking lot ( story of my life, it seems), and I booked with him an appointment the same day. While awaiting my appointment in this chic building, I googled the definition of a psychotherapist. Psychotherapy is the cake and the frosting. A psychotherapist is an umbrella term for a doctor who practices in all tiers of psychology. They will use all therapy forms from talk and medicinal ( if needed) while combining elements of therapies how they see fit. They have three jobs to do, and I will happily believe a person with such a title has to love the human mind, or is it the spirit?
I am sharing this with you because I believe psychotherapy can make a difference. If every day I told myself I am nothing, I will BELIEVE I am nothing. It may not be today or tomorrow, but soon I will feel like I am that inferior being I made up in my head. That is mental health. The cogs on autopilot because we perceive ourselves to be out of control or out of touch. Genetics can play a part in mental health, but our experiences with life and people may help us cement and submerge ourselves in the ID we make of ourselves! Not following? I will give you a personal example. For many years throughout my adolescence, my mother told me I was crazy. Insane. Bipolar. Not right. Sick. And because I was a child, She had the tools to help me believe her. Ambulances, Psychiatric wards, Programs for the Mentally ill, and everything in between prepared me to think I was bat shit crazy! I estranged myself from my mother in 2012. And yet, I fed myself that poison up until my 31st birthday.
If there is anything I want you, the reader, to take from this is crazy is subjective. And I for sure was not crazy. Crazy is a dismissive word for something we do not understand. I call my brother crazy for cliff diving. I also call my uncle crazy because he can be all sorts of nuts for his family. I come from a beautiful family of teachers, truck drivers, nurses and paramedics, bartenders, a Fore-lady ( eff yea!), and former marines. That is plenty of people I did not believe when it came to their opinions about me. They have said so many loving words and have SHOWN love for me in many different ways, yet my mother’s words hammered away into my skull. It was to the point that I thought I heard voices, but it was a trauma from being berated for over 15 years of my life. Psychotherapy helped me realize that I can overcome my trauma in time. Yes, I have to unravel over a decade of emotional and mental abuse, but I have a provider to help me re-ravel myself into who I want to be. And for that, I am glad because doing it alone was not the best option for me.
I have made a small list for you, my readers, in case you need to seek a bit of help to get you through your most challenging of days.
- Talkspace is an app that offers mental health help to individuals, teens, and couples. Talkspace is often offered free by employers. You will be matched to a therapist, and the coolest part? You can text your therapist!
- BetterHelp Is a user friendly and affordable app. You can remain anonymous if you choose. You can have live video or phone sessions, texting, or live chats.
- ReGain … say it with me, “couples therapy.” Yes, you can now get live help from your phone if you and your partner need to ReGain that momentum.
Please stay safe, Remain vigilant in social distancing, and remember that you are only as good as how much you care for yourself, mind, body, and soul.
Your Vocal Content Creator,
Deej
About the Creator
Deej S.
My super power is Love and then some.



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