Therapy
Posted: January 24, 2008 at 1:59 pm by pannIt’s easy to forget that therapy is important, too, if you’re someone taking an effective anti-depressant for your depression.
I just realized that I got out of the habit of seeing my therapist… well, much too long ago… and now I am starting to feel the long term drawbacks of treating the symptoms of depression without also getting therapeutic support.
Taking an anti-depressant is a very helpful thing in my life. I am honestly much better able to cope with life, be effective, and live happily. But the fact remains that I have a fair amount of emotional issues from Way Back that are still there. These issues, or hangups, or whatever you want to call them do NOT go away just because you blog about them. They don’t go away just because you pop a pill each night.
A word to the wise. If you suffer from depression, don’t stop taking your meds just because you are feeling good, and don’t stop seeing a therapist. Each of these things would be easy to do, but each is equally a bad mistake.
Ok, speech over. Calling my therapist now and making appointment.
I’ll return now to your regularly scheduled blog-o-rama. Here’s a picture that brings back great nostalgia for me… Here’s me, nursing my toddler. She’s about 3 years old in this picture. I just came across this photo while I was trying to do some work. I got distracted and thought, hey, I should post this photo on my blog. Stacie would like it.

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January 24th, 2008 at 6:38 pm
Awwwww.
Since when did I become the lover all of things toddler nursing ish?
I don’t miss therapy. After 6+ years it got very boring to talk about myself. My narcissism apparently does have limits.
January 24th, 2008 at 11:02 pm
I didn’t find therapy useful, but I don’t know why. I tried changing therapists, but that didn’t make any difference. I persisted for over a year, thinking it MUST be a good thing to go—but it was so boring, and didn’t seem to be causing any progress in any direction. I was going for anxiety, though, not for depression, so that might be a different story. Or I might have hit two therapists who happened to be not very good with whatever my issues were.