please don’t go, please don’t leave…
R.I.P. The Lonely Forest
I started by seeing a therapist/psychologist. Lots of improvement can come from therapy (cognitive behavioral therapy is one of the most common, which I’m actually just starting). Different therapists have different methods of approaching individual issues- for example, some swear by meditation and breathing exercises, while others have worksheets to reflect on your behavior/feelings/etc. It might take a bit to find a good fit for you, but don’t get discouraged! Seeking help is difficult in itself, but you are doing yourself a great favor.
Personally, I was in therapy for 2 years before seeing a psychiatrist. I probably should have pushed to see one earlier, but I didn’t want to just turn to medication, and I was nervous as to how my parents would feel about it. Psychologists and psychiatrists often work closely together with patients, so if you’re seeing someone regularly I’m sure they have a list of possible psychiatrists in the area. Make sure they’re compatible with your insurance if you have it.
It’s perfectly ok to ask about psychiatry. Even if you don’t end up going in, it’s best to know your options and weigh the possibilities for helping yourself. And- just because you go consult a psychiatrist does not mean you’re obligated to start medication or see them again. Getting second opinions and educating yourself is very beneficial. After all, it’s YOUR brain chemistry you are dealing with.
Each person is different, and it’s important to remember this. I started medication immediately after seeing one psychiatrist and was on it for two years before recently seeing a new psychiatrist and switching meds. I wish I had gotten a second opinion because of what I know now, but it’s all a learning process.
I hope this helps.
I had a good appointment with my psychologist.
I had a good appointment with my psychiatrist.
I was paid to do 7.5 hours doing yard work and cleaning.
I got a job at Starbucks.
Taking baby steps towards being healthy and stable in all aspects of my life! I give myself a gold star.
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
I really can’t wait for winter because then I can start wearing the other 97% of my clothes
This is so accurate it hurts.