Did it take a while to find one that helped? Was it hard to find one? How did you find one? Did you do it through LDS channels (LDS Family Services, etc.) or did you just open the phone book? Do you go once a week; twice a week; once a month? Do you see a psychiatrist, psychologist, or a therapist? Are most therapists well-rounded --in that they do marital, family, and personal? Or is it better to go with just the personal? If you live in Utah, would you be willing to email me (happymeetscrazy at gmail dot com) the name of your personal therapist you adore?
If you can't tell from these very...ahem...leading questions, I've decided to seek out a therapist. I think this step has been long in coming, and I've finally seen that it's needed. Honestly, you can blame Brandon because it was his idea.
Conversation (not verbatim) over Thanksgiving weekend:
Brandon: I think you should get a therapist.
me: You think I need therapy!?
Brandon: Don't you?
me: Yeah. Crap. But I don't want your mother to be right about me!
Personally, I blame my depression, emotional exhaustion, and inability to get over myself. Brandon just tipped the scale and made me see how important being emotionally healthy is --not just for me, but for our kids.
I'm not a stranger to counseling/therapy. Back in college, after a big break-up with a boyfriend I thought I might marry (which seems so crazy to me now), I met with my Bishop frequently for some counseling. I don't think either of us realized it, but he was giving me a much needed outlet for some clinical depression (which only lasted for about 3 months). Later, when Brandon and I were engaged, we did pre-marital counseling. It was the best wedding gift (compliments of Brandon's mother) we received! What better way to begin a marriage then by seeing if we should really get married? It was fabulous. When friends or acquaintances would hear we were in counseling (and not even married), they were flabbergasted. I think we were still in the tail-end of the whole "counseling is evil because it means something is wrong with you!" taboo (which I hope is being eradicated swiftly). As an MFHD (marriage, family, and human development) major, I knew the questions and gasps/awkward looks were totally stupid. Stupid? Yes, very stupid. Couples spend so much time and money on what they are going to wear the day of their wedding, but how is that going to help their marriage long term?
But this wasn't meant to be a rant on how engaged couples miss the point...what was it about?
So, here I am again. Probably seven years late (my first bout of PPD --post partum depression --was after #1 was born), but at least I'm going to take the plunge and get some third party objectionable point of view. Perhaps my random venting could be hurled the therapist's way and then I won't feel the need to blog...?
Hahaha! Yeah, right.
Anyway, I'm hoping to find someone great; someone who really listens; someone who won't make it worse. So, tell me, dear reader --how do I go about doing that?
P. P. S. If you have friends/family that have had success in therapy, send them my way, too!