Thanks, Therapy!
This morning, I saw my therapist, Nina. I love therapy. I get to talk for a full hour and just let it fly. The words escape and fly away, it is like emotional vomit. I feel so much better afterwards.
My issues range from ADHD to anxiety and depression and simply surviving in a world that can be cruel and cold and fucking terrible. My therapist is wonderful. She is smart and funny and kind. She laughs at my jokes and best of all, tells me that I am not weird or crazy. That I am perfect exactly how I am in this moment and I believe her.
The past two weeks have been intense and this makes me especially grateful for my therapist. I am very public about my mental health and my use of medicine and therapy to get through life. I do this because I want to take away the stigma of struggling with your own thoughts and feelings. I hope that you know that depression is a liar and that if you need help, you absolutely deserve it and deserve to get through the darkness. You are loved and worthy no matter what your brain chemistry is telling you. There is no shame in reaching out for help.
I love therapy.