I had a therapy session yesterday (I will write about that tomorrow). Though, reflecting back on it this morning I think about how my view on Therapy has changed dramatically.
My ex husband went to therapy every week for a year when we were first together. I used to ask him “how did it go?” “Do you feel like you are getting anything out of it?” I never meant for him to tell me about what was talked about behind the closed doors, I just always wondered if it felt worth it.
A couple of times he said to me “yea, I like it”, “but, you, you wouldn’t get anything out of it.” I don’t think that the ever meant that in a bad way at all, just meant that listening to someone else tell me about my problems, probably wasn’t something I was going to voluntarily do (and he was SO right).
When I first discussed going to therapy with my husband Paul, I flipped out. More than anything, I was scared that if I went to therapy they would try to put me on medication. Medicine is NOT my thing (maybe I will write about that on a different day).
It took me like another 8 months to even make a phone call to find out about therapy (and this was nearly 4 years into our marriage). Which, was about 5 1/2 years after I probably should have sought out therapy to begin with.
Now after seeing Hillary for 10 months, I feel much different. I look very forward to seeing her, talking to her about how life has shifted in one way or another since I last saw her. I’m not embarrassed to be seen in the office or to write about it on here. It is just a part of my life now. A part that is healing me in a big way.
So…what do you think about Therapy? Are you like my former self where you feel like it is all a bunch of “hooey?” Or are you like my present self where you believe it can do real good for someone?