About six months ago, a few days of self-reflection showed me something I didn’t want to see: I needed help. Life had gotten to overwhelming and I just couldn’t do it on my own anymore. I started looking for psychiatric care.
There had been many difficult weeks and months over the past decade or so in my life when I’d asked myself, “Do I need to see someone?” But the idea of therapist made me nervous. I didn’t know what to expect from psychotherapy, and I wasn’t sure what being in therapy would mean about myself.