*Note Names and locations have been changed to protect my privacy and the privacy of my family.*
Hi, so it’s a scarry thing to look at going to therapy for the first time.
I don’t really count my first experience decades ago as a therapy session. Mostly because I wasn’t doing the talking my Mother was, and I highly doubt the validity of any diagnosis on mental health from someone who has never had a conversation with the person they are diagnosing.
I may have been in the same room, but absolutely NONE of what those diagnosies were based on had anything to do with me.
So today, after months of freaking out and holding my breath because I wasn’t going to break down and do it. I did it. I called my work’s EAP (Employee Assistance Program) and booked an appointment with a therapist.
Now I’m totaly freaking out over the fact that I made this commitment, but I figure if I wait any longer it won’t just be my mental health that gets affected. It will also be my husband and son and they deserve better then that. So for them I will go, for me I will stick it out.