Therapy; Let’s Talk About It.
Take a second to assume a hypothetical conversation between you, the reader, and someone you consider to be a good friend. In this conversation, your friend makes known their current mental state. You initiate empathy because you, the reader, acknowledge the metal hardships brought to the conversation (whatever it may be). Suddenly, a new topic has been brought into the realm of this conversation; therapy. Oh, what a word. What an extravagant, complex meaning behind a seven-letter-word.
“My friends and family are encouraging me to attend daily therapy…”
The word still catches me off guard as well. It means a couple of things, you see. It tells your listener that you are in a state of vulnerability, so much so that you need to seek professional help for it, and help is a colorful, multi-situational word on its own. It also sounds a lot like the last (and most desperate) step you could possibly take in these kinds of scenarios. As if all hope was lost.
“Well, why didn’t you just ask me for help? I thought we were close, and I’m more than willing to help…”
Inside, I think, “I don’t feel comfortable doing so”. Instead I say, “I should’ve” in an attempt to avoid offending their offered loyalty. Even then, I would love more than anything just to tell them that I mean well with the extent my arms are stretching for a life of serenity and composition (further past their ability to deliver me that), but it just feels weird doing so.
However, on some warm summer nights I find myself completely comfortable telling my story; the one that involves some hopelessness, and some seven-letter-word interventions.
But even if I creaked open the door to my vulnerable side, what else would happen other than the pooling whispers of my listeners?
“I don’t need therapy yet…”
Coming from someone who has grown out of that preconceived judgement, you start to realize that therapy is not just for those who are dealing with lapses in their mental stability. It was a recommendation that at first made me wince but now fills me with security and daily structure.
If we want to talk big picture, therapy is just paying for a great listener who won’t judge you and, by law, promises confidentiality. My question is: who wouldn’t thrive with the introduction of something like that in their lives? Adversity is adversity, and I cannot name a single person who doesn’t endure it. I always say: “problems are proportional”, meaning that it is impossible to compare one’s problems to anothers’ because of their differing circumstances but that those separate sets of obstacles are proportional to each other. With that being said, therapy is the bond that connects the incomparable situations by bridging the gap between those outside circumstances. It’s not solely intended for the mentally ill, the dangers to society, the victims of trauma, or the clinically depressed. It’s for the people who need to just talk it out—or in other words: everyone.