Y’all know I am a big supporter of going to therapy and asking for help when needed. Well, guess what… It took me a while before I went to therapy. 

Storytime:

In 2017, I was working full-time, in graduate school full-time, going to an internship part-time, and had to find time to eat, sleep, and practice self-care. Let’s just say, that I never found time for self-care. 

After 4 months of this, I was breaking down. After 6 months, I crashed. HARD! I quit school, refused to talk about it. I quit the internship refused to talk about it. I knew I needed to see a therapist. 

But, for a year and a half, this was me… 

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I was doing everything I could to avoid seeing a therapist. I bought a PlayStation Pro and a bunch of games and played them. That helped for a while. I hung out with friends on occasion. I watched TV. Never indulged in drugs or alcohol, it wasn’t my thing.

Everyone that asked about school and how it was going, I would snap. I didn’t want to talk about it. Finally, I started getting in trouble at work. I was talking back to my supervisors. Saying what I wanted to clients. Not talking at all. Just trying to cope, but cracking at the seams. 

I was suspended from work, then a few months later, I got a therapist. Last year, right after Thanksgiving. It will be a year on 11/28. I said all this to say, don’t let things get too bad before you realize that help is out there.

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Talk to someone if you need to and start the healing process. ❤

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