Back in September, I wrote about how cheesecake inspired me to start going to therapy. I’ve realized that I haven’t updated you guys on that aspect to my journey into adulthood, and therapy has played a big role in it. Starting therapy and sticking with it when I did was the best decision that I could have made for myself.
My therapy journey started in early September when I went in for my diagnostic appointment. I talked the entire time during this appointment and shared all of the emotional baggage I had been carrying at the time to the therapist. My school does a diagnostic appointment to see if the school’s counseling center can give you the services that you need within the 12 free sessions that every student receives. If the therapist feels that the counseling center cannot provide those services, they will recommend off-campus counseling for students. At this appointment, the therapist who saw me said that they believe that the counseling center can help me within those 12 sessions. It was great to hear this because it made the process to getting better easier. The therapist who saw me told me that they would get back to me within a week about when they could schedule my first appointment. 2 weeks go by, and I hear nothing about my first appointment. I decide to call them asking for an update, and I end up scheduling an appointment for 2 weeks later on because that was the first opening that worked with my schedule.
My life continued to get worse during the time I had gone in for my diagnostic appointment to the time I went in for my first appointment with my therapist. I didn’t think it could, but life loves to surprise me and prove me wrong. The events that happened within the time between my appointments were the focus at the start of my therapy sessions. I needed help with understanding, coping, and rebuilding myself during this time.
People are like houses. When houses aren’t taken care of, they begin to break and fall apart. Sometimes events like natural disasters can destroy a house even more. In those moments, you have to rebuild and renovate your house. You have to repair the damage done from the disasters. Whether it’s an entire gut job or it’s fixing a faulty outlet. For me, I had to do a whole renovation where I had to do a gut job. The demolition was done from me not taking care of myself, physically and mentally, and from the natural disasters that destroyed my house. I had to start at the foundation and repair that. At some point, I had lost myself and I had to find out who I was. Once I was able to figure these things out by having some tough conversations with myself, I was able to start the putting up the drywall and re-do all of the systems that are in a house. I was able to actively take steps to make myself better from the ground up. I am still in the stages of renovating myself, but it’s the fun part where I get to pick out wall colors, flooring styles, cabinetry, appliances, and more.
Therapy has helped me with this entire process. It was pivotal during the rebuilding phase because I learned so much about how to repair the core of who I am. Therapy taught me that I needed to be nice to myself, that I am important and worthy just because I am; it taught me about expectations, friendship, people, and more. All of these things play a role in rebuilding a person’s metaphorical house.
After finishing therapy for now, my house is built way better and I have strategies to keep it from falling apart. Therapy has made me stronger and more mature. I know how to be there for myself when my friends can’t be, and I’ve learned how to go to my closest friends for comfort.
Life will never be the easiest thing in the world. Therapy has given me the tools and strategies how to cope with it. I will carry on every single thing I’ve learned in it for the rest of my life. Whether it’s allowing myself to take a mental health day or focusing on something else while I process an event. Right now, I am way more happier and confident than where I was in the beginning of the semester. Therapy deserves a lot of the credit for this.
Therapy worked for me and I recommend it to anyone who is going through a rough patch in their life. Going to a third party who is unbiased, spilling every detail about whatever I wanted to talk about was great. I had a space to feel whatever emotion I felt, say whatever I needed to say, and get advice that was best for me. My therapist gave me that tough love at times but balanced it out with being sympathetic and understanding of what I was going through. I loved having this environment and resource. Therapy has helped me grow in ways that I didn’t think were possible, and I love how I’ve grown. Because of therapy, for the first time in a long time, I am proud to be who I am, and I genuinely love myself.
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