Yes, I love therapy

I am proud to say that or write it for the public.

I was in therapy in my early twenties after a severe car accident, and it didn't only help me with dealing with PTSD but also with other anxiety issues.

I always knew I had anxiety issues; it's been an issue since elementary school. I didn't know what it was as a child but trust me; I knew something felt uneasy.

After my car accident, I did months of therapy that changed me for the better. Finally, I was able to talk to someone who wasn't close to me to do a deep dive into my issues. Yes, the car accident gave me PTSD, but it also was a blessing to talk to someone about other topics in my life. I was dealing with anxiety, abandonment issues, relationships, stress, you know, all the fun issues a young twenty-year old woman can have in life. My therapist was this amazing non-POC male who let me have a voice that I didn't know I needed to express.

Therapy was taboo when I was growing up. It wasn't something you would openly discuss with your friends or outside family members. It was seen as a weakness, and especially in the POC community, it's not something you openly discuss. However, I was blessed to have amazing parents who gave me the sense of freedom to open myself to therapy. Trust me, they don't get all the realms of treatment, but they are ready to learn from when I discuss my feelings and my triggers- which I genuinely appreciate.

I stopped going to therapy in my late twenties, you know, due to life changes- but I always kept expressing myself and my anxiety issues. Recently a few months ago, I joined therapy again over Talkspace. (Please note, this is not a sponsored post for Talkspace). After 2020, we all needed some therapy. Trust me; I did not have any significant issues in 2020. Still, after dealing with social pressures, relationships, the hopes and downfalls (goodbye online dating), and work stress- a girl was ready to talk to someone outside of the home.

My first therapist was great for the time being- she let me feel open about specific issues, but we didn't click well. I was dealing with work-related issues, and she didn't understand the process of work pressures as a black woman- which is not her fault at all. As a non-person of color, it's hard to relate, and I get that. Also, I felt like I was her therapist at points. I decided to change the therapist to someone who looked like me and closer to my hometown. Within a few messages she just got me, she made me feel like I wasn't making up these work-related issues in my head- she made me feel valid.

With therapy, you need someone to listen and help you grow as an individual, and my new therapist has been essential.

In recent years, therapy has been a new love language for everyone. I love talking to my friends about how we are in therapy and working thru our issues. It's a great feeling to know you do not need to hide behind your "perfect persona" anymore. Also, I love when a guy I am interested in says they are in therapy- because trust and believe I will not be your therapist. (The stories I have as a dating therapist -I could've written a book.)

I love therapy for us. I love it here. I love expressing myself and knowing I am worthy and have a voice.