I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a therapist, at least, twice in my life. When I was about five or six (maybe seven?), I had to see a children’s counselor. From what I was told, I had separation anxiety from my grandmother. She raised me, so I was kind of spoiled. I also remember when I started first grade, I guess I had started to learn more about the real world. Whatever it was, I was always afraid something was going to happen to her while I was at school. It’s strange, actually. Kindergarten didn’t bother me. I enjoyed school, until I started the next year. I got to where I didn’t even want her to go to the grocery store without me. I eventually got over it, though. No medication needed.
The second time, I was in my mid-teens. Like a lot of adolescents, I was pretty depressed. Just the usual boy trouble, homework, and picking out which outfit to wear. You know, those types of traumatic problems. Maybe it was just normal teenage hormones, but I know they gave me medicine, that time. Truthfully, I wasn’t one to remember taking pills every day. I still barely remember what year it is, so medicine doesn’t do me a whole lot of good in the long run if I don’t take it like I’m instructed.
So, what exactly is therapy? Most would probably say it’s paying someone to listen to your problems.
I say, malarkey.
Therapy isn’t necessarily just an occupation for therapists. It could be a lot of things. The first definition on Google says it’s “treatment intended to relieve or heal a disorder”. I don’t know about you, but I didn’t see the words, “You must pay a professional before you can heal”.
It only says “treatment”.
You can treat a cold at home. You can treat acne with home remedies (even though nothing works for me). Why not anxiety?
I have seen a lot of argument over whether or not you can self-diagnose and self-treat anxiety and depression. Sure, that bath bomb might relax you for a while, but most likely, it will come back. I do think it’s possible to self-diagnose depression. A doctor diagnosed me with chronic depression, as you may know, but I knew the problem way before I went. All the signs were there. I was constantly crying, always tired, never wanted to leave home, I ached every where, and I had awful mood swings. It was pretty obvious to me.
Does that mean you shouldn’t see a professional for treatment? Absolutely not! I am not saying you should avoid a therapist for any mental disorder. If you think it’s serious, please talk to someone!
If you feel any small signs, though, it wouldn’t hurt to try a safe self-help method. As I said, therapy can be anything, really. Why do you think we call anything that relaxes us, “therapeutic”?
So, if you don’t find it to be anything other than a minor inconvenience, a few deep breathing exercises might calm your symptoms. Just don’t let it get out of hand!
Talking about your worries can lift a huge weight off your shoulders. Believe me, I am either bottling it up or yelling every detail of my worries.
Never refuse help! People want to see you happy! I am one of those people!
Happy Easter, everyone!