therapy
Focused on the relationship between doctor and patient. Therapy is the process of self-discovery.
Who Needs a Therapist When
Me. I need a therapist. Thank you internet for being one. All tips will go to someday affording a real professional. So, I went off of my anti-depressant medication back in May. This wasn't me making poor life choices, but rather advised by my doctor. The point of it was to test for some underlying conditions that could be causing or interacting with my mental health issues. It was a hopeful step toward a better long-term solution.
Haybitch AbersnatchyPublished 5 years ago in PsycheTherapy: Why I Tell Everyone They Should Go
December 2015 Waitress: (Places the check on my table.) "Whenever you're ready." Friend: "Thank you!" (Places debit card into the folder, alongside my cash.)
Catie ConsoloPublished 5 years ago in PsycheYour Mental Health Matters Too
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Time keeps going even when you want it to stop. You can't take a pause in life even when you're down. How do I know that? Well, I've been there.
Makenzie RosolPublished 6 years ago in PsycheInterviews with a Big Black Broad: Sessions #7
Interviewer: When did you began to seek professional help to treat your BDD? BBB: I'm sure it's not surprising that I was reluctant. I was complacent in dealing with my issues on my own up 'til the age of 28. I hid from mirrors. I would dwell in front of mirrors. I took down mirrors. I put them back up. I spent all my money on food, alcohol, makeup, hair products and expensive girdles of all kinds. I hid from the world for days and weeks on end. I drank to endure those moments when I gave in to the mounting pressures I felt to rejoin the world even when I felt the worst about myself. The annoyance of having to deal with a disorder that caused me to focus so much on myself had also taken its toll on me. I wasn't a purposefully vain person. I wasn't someone who would choose to be so self-consumed. I wanted to travel the world. I loved people and wanted to meet more of them from all walks of life. I didn't want to assume that everyone who stared at me only did so because they saw someone ugly. I needed the courage to live the life I ultimately wanted. How could I live any longer without being able to face myself in the mirror? Without being able to leave my house without being inebriated in some way? So, I faced the fact that I would remain stuck in the same positions in my life (literally) if I didn't at least try professional help.
Anarda NashaiPublished 6 years ago in PsycheJourney
I have come to believe recovery is a journey of self-discovery. For my path of recovery, that includes God, and the VA medical centers and hospitals. Your path might be the same, but it likely isn’t. If it isn’t the same that's okay. After all, we are different people, with different experiences. Different people with different values. I have also come to believe that recovery is not a straight line. Recovery is more like a rollercoaster, with high points, low points, slow points and fast points. Today's story is about how to live life, on life's terms. It is much harder then it sounds, at least for me it is. Maybe you heard of this before it comes from the Action Commitment Therapy (ACT) model of recovery.
Eugene ShattuckPublished 6 years ago in PsycheInterviews with a Big Black Broad: Session #4
Interviewer: How did your collegiate aspirations relate to your experience with BDD? BBB: Before I begin, I should to warn you that this may be the most bizarre coming of age story you've ever heard. I chose a difficult major in college for two reasons: It was revered as prestigious and lucrative, and I was told that once I graduated from all those years of rigorous study, I would have little to no time for a social life while I practiced my trade. I wanted a career that would keep me so busy that I had no time to dwell on my awful appearance. I also wanted a preoccupation that would provide an understandable reason for why I had no time for romantic relationships—why I would never have children. My plan was to strictly focus on my studies, after which, I'd rely on my friends to satisfy whatever social needs I had. I loved to laugh and discuss politics, philosophy and art. So, I targeted those who majored in these subjects to help me indulge my interests when I wasn't studying my more conservative curriculum. Perhaps every now and then, I would enjoy a casual tryst or two if I was feeling up to it. I'd be a workaholic socialite from now on, I thought. Without time to focus on myself—to obsess over my ugliness, I could avoid what I referred to as "The cloud," which were my severely depressed episodes. My new distractions worked to steady my moods and lessen my obsessions. My grades were almost perfect. I'd even managed to acquire a small but well-coveted grant from the university strictly based on my academic merit. There are ugly people all over the world who are very prosperous, I thought. I studied the careers of very successful, powerful men who were also practicing the trade within the field I was studying. Most of them were single, with few or no children, and no one seemed to criticize their life choices. They weren't stigmatized for not living a conventional life. They were celebrated as playboys in fact. This was one of several observations that solidified my decision to become a playgirl. I could be satisfied with just a great career and friends. No husband. No children. I couldn't really conceive of living what all the other girls had coveted since holding their first doll baby: A "normal" life.
Anarda NashaiPublished 6 years ago in PsycheTherapy
I work in the mental health field as a Behavioral Health Technician (BHT). Full discloser, I am not a therapist and I am not a licensed counselor. However, I do eventually want to go back to go and start my own practice. Part of my role as a BHT includes assisting clients with understanding their treatment and helping them reach their treatment goals. Our ultimate goal is to see every client become successful, in their terms. In other words, one clients’ success could mean just the average day for another. If there is some improvement, even a little it can be a success story to share.
Marissa HallPublished 6 years ago in PsycheA Broken System
My stomach hurt. I couldn’t force myself to participate in the stupid activity. We were suppose to make a collage that represents our recovery. I flipped through the same magazine several times. My hands were visibly shaking. I was sweating to much. Anything I did would be wrong. I was embarrassed to cut anything out of the magazine and glue it on the paper. It would be stupid. People will laugh. Maybe not out loud, but they would.
Nicole LarsenPublished 6 years ago in PsycheThe Art of Healing, Part 2
Part Two You’re 19 years old and you’re dying. You’ve been carrying the weight of this trauma on your back alone for years and it has caused you to sink into the ground, to dig your own grave, to shut down. You’re 19 years old and your body is failing you. Idiopathic disorders plague you, both in mind and body. You’re 19 years old and you are crumbling to pieces, collapsing, and losing yourself inside yourself. You’re 19 years old and you’re dying.
becca beanPublished 6 years ago in PsycheThe Art of Healing
Part One You’re 18 years old and you’re holding onto a big secret. But it’s not just you holding onto this secret—it’s your body, too. You’ve been carrying the weight of it practically all of your life, only you just recently remembered that you’ve been clutching this secret in your shaky hands for years. Your body, however, never forgot. I mean, how could it forget? Your body has been experiencing the gravity of this secret since the very day it was given to you to keep. And ever since that day you have been slowly collapsing in on yourself. So, you’re 18 years old and you’re holding onto a big secret...
becca beanPublished 6 years ago in PsycheWhat You Need to Consider Before Starting Therapy
Something very few of us consider is that our mental health, our personal mental health, is an ongoing work in progress. Life is not static, and there are many experiences or issues that can lead us to feelings of anxiety and depression, or the sudden need for better coping skills. Whether this is due to work stress, family members, or intimate relationships, the simple fact is that you may find yourself considering starting therapy. Before starting therapy, though, you have to find someone to provide it, and the options amongst potential therapists are vast.
Claudia JerroPublished 6 years ago in PsycheDepression in the Elderly
To begin with, having a pet is a big responsibility—they need to cared for. In the elderly population that is suffering from some type of depression, it's beneficial for them to own a pet for various reasons. One of the main reasons is to not to feel lonely and gives them the joy of a furry companion. Moreover, owning a pet may improve mental health and physical state in the elderly, preventing depression by having a pet for companionship, security, and a reason to pursue physical activity.
Olivia MazzottaPublished 6 years ago in Psyche