I need a fucking therapist. Why is this so hard? I’ve tried and tried and tried and no one is available to help me. I’m finally ready and there is no one to answer the call.
I’m likely not the only one. Who do the therapists go to when they need therapy?
Why is it hitting me all now?
Birth trauma – check.
Childhood resentment that I’m ready to let go of – check.
Burnout – check.
Neurodivergence – check.
If you are out there therapist, come find me. Because I promise to keep you entertained. Treating me could be really fun 🙂
I’m kidding, not kidding. I need help. I’m ready for help. I’m sick of faking it. I don’t want to fight anymore. Some days I feel like I am one step away from getting into bed and not getting out. And of course I feel guilty about all of this because I live a charmed life. I feel guilty for even needing therapy. I feel guilty for taking a spot from someone who truly needs it. I’m just lazy. I’m just stupid. I can just go with that because that is what I have been told my entire life.
Where do I go from here???
