Yup. I have my very own therapist. I guess I do share him with quite a number of other people. But I have a therapist. It only took me a year to finally get one. Once I found him things happened quickly. I contacted at least 20 offices with little to no success. His was one of the first I called. Of course none of them ever answers a phone so you leave a message. He did called me back 3 days later, we talked and he said that he had a cancellation on Friday and if I wanted to I could come for a "get to know each other" session. He told me that his waiting list is worth about 3 months but if I have time in the mornings I might wait less.
Long story short, I went, felt good there, and before I knew it I was attending weekly sessions even without having to wait. I have been going to therapy now for about 8 weeks and let me tell you. I feel great.
My therapist helps me to see the root of problem and helps me find the part of me I need to solve it or to make it less of a problem.
Today he told me that he was very impressed and very happy with how much creativity I use the tools he gave me. He even asked if I will start a career as a therapist myself! He said I have many great ideas and he is very happy with how well I am doing. We have decided to have bigger intervals between sessions.
The other day my husband asked me why I was smiling. Side effects from therapy I'm afraid!
Realizing I was a hoarder was both a shock and a relief. A shock, because nobody wants to have a mental disorder. A relief, because my situation finally had a name. I found people who could relate. Knowing the problem helps solving it. I can step aside and look at the situation from a more neutral point of view. Why am I blogging about it? 2 reasons. 1. Putting my thoughts into words helps me think more clearly. 2. If this helps just one, who is like me, see the light it was more than worth it!
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