Therapy

Why is there such a stigma for people going to therapy? I will never understand that. Right now, I'm learning about therapists having therapy sessions for other therapists. It is a thing, you know. 

Why on earth has therapy gotten such a bad wrap? I think it's much healthier than going from person to person with our problems. I have learned through my own toxic behavior that going to other people with my problems is the last thing I would ever want to do. That is because you bring that toxic energy to other people that don't deserve it. They don't deserve your issues. They don't deserve the obstruction to their lives. What if they don't have the proper tools to know how to respond? What if they have their own issues they're dealing with? It's an approach I'm still learning about on how to navigate relationships in general. 

I know we can't always be sunshine and rainbows, but we also cannot depend on someone to be a soundboard to negativity all the time. It's just not fair. 

I will also note that asking for help with something is one thing, but piling on your issues and problems on someone is a completely different story. 

There have been so many things happening lately in my life. I've been approached for several projects, all of which I am excited about, naturally. I love the creative nature of development. I want to change the world, remember?! I have been asked to be a co-founder and board member of a grassroots non-for-profit organization that is just getting its feet off the ground. We already know what we want to do. This theme of mental health has been in the forefront of my life since I can remember. It has not changed. It has only transformed and become an even greater force to contend with. And by that I mean, it's time to begin educating more about it, writing more about it, and talking more about it. 



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