Why Therapy? "I didn't think I was 'crazy' enough" and "I no longer experienced joy."
Hello dear readers! As promised, today I'm continuing my series of posts on the awesomeness of therapy.
.I asked several friends who have gone or are going to therapy to tell me why they sought out this kind of help, and I got some incredible responses back.
I think that most (if not all) of you will be able to recognize something of yourself in one of these beautiful women whom I am privileged to know. Some of their stories are longer and more in depth than others, and some involve very serious emotional/psychological/spiritual trauma. I promise to share my own journey to therapy at the end of the week.
Please note that I have changed the names of these women to protect their privacy.
I didn't think I needed therapy because I didn't think I was "crazy" enough. I also grew up in a family which did not really understand or support counseling. To go even further, I did (not out loud, just in my mind) not really believe in it. All problems are spiritual problems, right? What changed was I met a friend who I admired and respected very much telling me she had gone to therapy and that was the reason she was thriving in life. Of all the people in my life she was the last one I would have guessed would be the one who went to therapy. I decided to go and it has been an incredible experience of healing and freedom for me. I'm so grateful to God for putting this friend in my life who motivated me to go without even saying anything except sharing her experiences with me. After about 1-2 years of counseling, I don't really need it (at least regularly) anymore but how different my life would be right now had I not decide to take the chance. Also, it's important to find a competent therapist. All therapists are not created equal.
I feel the need to mention that I was told in the confessional once, by a very astute priest: "this is not a sin problem, this is just something to work out with a counselor."
"I came to my breaking point. I was isolated and completely miserable. I no longer experienced joy and had ceased living. I was absolutely numb, devoid of emotions, and for several years (and then some), had been simply going through the motions. I had resolved that this was “just the way things were” and “how life was going to be for me.” Yes, I was suffering from disordered eating and was systematically starving myself, but this was just a symptom of a greater problem. Many people in my life intervened and provided ultimatums, but at the end of the day, only I could choose life and only I could choose to get serious about getting well. No one could make that decision for me, but once I made the decision, there was no turning back. I never wanted to be in the dark place again, even if I had grown (in a very unhealthy way) comfortable in my dysfunction and brokenness."