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Post 100: I’m (no longer) seeing a therapist!
But I’m still not okay!
But are we ever? Buddha said, “Life is suffering!” Maybe I’ve just made peace with that.
Going through therapy was a journey. While the journey is not over, it does seem a little clearer.
Caveat: this is my journey, my story. If you have issues with mental health, please seek help and support. It is available, whether it be a good friend or a qualified counsellor. Do not do this alone.
The Beginning: It’s Them!
For years I’d been unhappy. Not with everything. Parts of life were good. When you (I) suffer depression, it’s not that everything is wrong or bad. It’s what I was focusing on.
How I felt I was being treated, versus how I felt I should have been treated. If there was a side to take, the kids took the side of my partner. No matter what I did, it seemed wrong, unappreciated or under appreciated.
Even encouraging my partner to expand her horizons was met with “Dad, let it go!” from my daughter! Similarly, from my son.
Trivial things that didn’t matter to me, but for some reason I got a metaphorical “punch in the face!”
When this happens often or consistently, it wears you down. It seems you no longer have…
