I'm Graduating From Therapy
You ever have a deja vu moment? I feel like I've already written this post. Well damn...I did....about a year ago.
I've been in therapy for about three years. When I first started, I needed it. I had a lot to talk about. Parkinson's and Homelessness is good for about a years worth of sessions. After I wore out those topics, I found more things to pour my heart out about.
DEATH!
Hell, you don't think I just save that to write about here, do you?
So what made me decide to end therapy? Nothing...and that's a good thing. I made the same decision a year ago and then all kinds of shit hit the fan. Stress over living conditions, trust issues, weddings, Cancer....oh fuck, Cancer! I've dealt with all those things and came out somewhat sane...depending on who you ask.
I've also noticed that I don't have anything to talk about with my therapist. For the last couple of months I have to think of things to talk about with her. I took that as a good sign. When I brought up the idea of becoming a therapy graduate, my therapist was all in. She also said she was available for tune-ups when needed. Works for me!
I'm a big believer in therapy. Trust me, it really does help. I wish more people would take advantage of it. I also wish the government would take mental health help as seriously as I do and stop making cuts that are ruining peoples lives and putting these agencies out of business. But at this point in my life, I'm just wasting my time, my therapist's time and my insurance company's money.
Today is my last therapy session. We're going to recap the last year and talk about some strategies so I don't come crawling back to her in a few weeks...or even worse, find my fourth therapist (really it's not me, it's them). There's an Oberweis ice cream store next to the office. I think I'll celebrate with a Chocolate Coconut Shake. It's better than therapy!
So about that deja vu thing...I ended my therapy piece a year ago with this. Let's try it one more time.... Starting in February, I'm going to go out on my own. I'm ready to give it a shot. So look out people, I'm hitting the streets. Be scared...be very scared.
Here's a piece I wrote about meeting a woman at my therapist's office. Last chance to run into her is today. Wish me luck.
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