This month I began seeing a therapist.
I often get two reactions when I share this with people:
- Good for you!
- Wait, why?
Which one are you?
I have to admit, it is very nice to talk to someone, who doesn’t know the ins-and-outs of my daily life. Someone who has the credential, intelligence, and is not judging my right and wrongdoings.
Naturally, I retain a great self-awareness, but lately, I’ve been wanting to deepen that knowledge. There are specific patterns I want to identify growing up that shaped me being the woman I am today. One of my main concerns I want to truly ravel is my personal life.
I wonder if there is a correlation between my parents’ marriage and my dating life. I will spare you the details, but let’s say it was not typical. Period.
Studies say that our childhood strongly influences our adulthood. It is a no brainer, really.
I think what I am doing is healthy rather that self-destructive. I feel like we all have shit we need to work on to be a better version of ourselves – and not for anyone, but ourself.
Truthfully, you all know I am quite transparent and I live my life shamelessly, as I encourage all of you to be. Hence, I did not feel the need to keep this new personal exploration under wraps. Also in sharing this bit, a part of me likes to think there are some of you out there who are curious as much as I am, or if you want to deepen that self-connection and/or awareness that you are not alone and there is a solution.
If you are opened to entertain the idea of seeing a complete stranger, but a professional who is willing to get an earful from you then I say go to therapy.