Okay, this isn’t technically a “fun” fact, but it’s one that needs to be shared…
I see a therapist. Have for several years. Once upon a time, it was taboo to speak those words. In some ways, I think it still is, which is why I’m telling you. Because it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
I was a child of the 80’s and 90’s (best cartoons ever, btw), and even though a lot of “advancements” had been made, you still risked being ostracized if it became known that you saw someone professionally. Shoot, kids gave side glances if word got out that you visited the school counselor. There was just a stigma that came with it…and an unfair one, at that.
I saw a counselor for the first time the summer before I turned nineteen. My parents never knew—I lied about where I was going (the shock!). It was to help me come to grips with something traumatic I experienced as a small child. Something that I had repressed up until seven months prior.
I only saw that particular counselor for a short time, but it was the beginning of a very long journey towards mental health. I could arguably say that I’m still not there, but I’m better than I was. Like all things, it’s a work in progress. But I want to make clear there is no shame in talking with someone. There’s no shame in medication (done that, too).
One of my doctors once told me that, in his opinion, everyone needs each of these things sometime in their lifetime—not necessarily at the same time: (1) a therapist, (2) a massage therapist, and (3) a personal trainer. I’m proud to say, I’ve checked all three of those boxes, and I’m not afraid to admit it.
‘Til next time!