Therapy

The last three days have been rough. Running into my Mother really threw me for a loop. I wasn't sure how to handle all the emotions that came flooding back. By yesterday afternoon I could feel the whole depression thing coming back. I had no engery, even though I slept 9 hours the night before and just didn't feel like doing anything. I was eating anything in sight. Finally around 1pm I realized I needed to tell Laura what was going on. I was tired of hiding how sad I really was. After school she called and I told her I wasn't doing that well. We talked and she said it would probably be good if I went and talked with someone. I have suffered with depression since I was a teenager. Therapy is nothing new to me. I was very hestitant becasue I felt I should be able to handle this on my own. After much convincing from Laura I called my insurance company last night to see if I could get a referral for treatment. I waited until 8:30pm when Laura finally said, "you need to call before we go to bed". So, I called and got several referrals. Actually the lady I talked to on the phone was so nice. Made me feel better about calling to get a referral for therapy.

After getting the referrals I was bummed because the therapist that I have gone to since I was 16 was not on the list. Laura and I decided that we will just pay out of pocket. So, this morning I called my therapist and she is able to get me in next Tuesday. I am so relieved. I love it cause she has evening hours, so I will not have to miss any work. I am so glad she is able to get me in because I would hate going to someone new and have to tell my story all over again. And it's a long story. Way too long.

For the first time I am not ashamed to say I am in therapy. Growing up and even in my 20's it seemed to have such a stigma in my family. Now I have my OWN family and there no longer is any shame.