Tell the world you have a therapist. Let's make it normal.

By Charidy

I have BPD, severe depression,  and anxiety.   I’m thankful everyday for my therapist!  

I have BPD, severe depression,  and anxiety.   I’m thankful everyday for my therapist!  

I am a qualified counsellor working in Kent, England. I fully support the de-stigmatisation of counselling / therapy and applaud all those brave enough to post their support on this site. :o) 

I am a qualified counsellor working in Kent, England. I fully support the de-stigmatisation of counselling / therapy and applaud all those brave enough to post their support on this site. :o) 

I support therapy. Honestly, my therapist helped me so much. 
I could never function or get through everyday life without her and God.
I am so thankful for therapy. 

I support therapy. Honestly, my therapist helped me so much. 

I could never function or get through everyday life without her and God.

I am so thankful for therapy. 

No shame in therapy!  We all need someone else…we are meant to have support and connection.

No shame in therapy!  We all need someone else…we are meant to have support and connection.

"We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full." - Marcel Proust
Anxiety has been my conjoined twin ever since I was a child. It was something I always thought was a part of me to the point where I’ve let it define me. It’s been that way for so long that I still refuse to believe I’m someone outside of the confined corner it chained me in. As I grew my anxiety got worse and worse; it entangled depression within it. It was too much for me to handle. I always found myself in the brink just waiting for gravity to pull me down. It wasn’t until age and awareness and my own struggles made me look past the blinds. I’m not the kind to open my mind and my heart so easily. Neither am I the trusting kind. It took a very long time before I bucked up the courage to tell my parents about my past and present traumas. It wasn’t soon after that I had referral’s from counselors to go to a mental health association.   
 I’ve been four months in and five months out of psychotherapy. In those four months, I don’t deny how it helped lighten my burdens and helped me understand myself and others. When I went into therapy, I realized I wasn’t “crazy”. I wasn’t judged. I didn’t feel like I was the weed in the garden. For a time it eased my worries. But some other factors dived in and it made me stop seeing my psych. Those five months out of therapy made me come back to being a complete mess. It’s been a long, hard battle. My anxiety wasn’t something I was ever comfortable with declaring because even up until now I’m still suffering I still fear it.
A picture of my face with a piece of paper - This isn’t something anyone would expect from a girl with a crippling social anxiety but I did it anyway. It’s worth the courage to support a cause I strongly have faith in. I chose to share this because I want the stigma of mental illness to end. I know there are so many young people like me out there who are caught in the stigma and are afraid to speak out and get help. I know it’s not easy but it’s worth everything in the long run.
If you don’t have the strength and courage to do it, strive to find that in yourself and don’t give up.  Educate yourself.
Don’t deny yourself of the help you can get. 
It’s a step by step process; one that you can devote your whole self into.
Going to therapy was one of the wiser decisions I’ve made so far in my life. Now I’m seeking a great perhaps and I won’t ever get to do that alone. I admit I need help and I am now more willing to accept it. I believe in the help that therapy does and I’ve felt a caress of the help it can provide. I am not yet “healed” but I know I will be.

"We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full." - Marcel Proust

Anxiety has been my conjoined twin ever since I was a child. It was something I always thought was a part of me to the point where I’ve let it define me. It’s been that way for so long that I still refuse to believe I’m someone outside of the confined corner it chained me in. As I grew my anxiety got worse and worse; it entangled depression within it. It was too much for me to handle. I always found myself in the brink just waiting for gravity to pull me down. It wasn’t until age and awareness and my own struggles made me look past the blinds. I’m not the kind to open my mind and my heart so easily. Neither am I the trusting kind. It took a very long time before I bucked up the courage to tell my parents about my past and present traumas. It wasn’t soon after that I had referral’s from counselors to go to a mental health association.   

 I’ve been four months in and five months out of psychotherapy. In those four months, I don’t deny how it helped lighten my burdens and helped me understand myself and others. When I went into therapy, I realized I wasn’t “crazy”. I wasn’t judged. I didn’t feel like I was the weed in the garden. For a time it eased my worries. But some other factors dived in and it made me stop seeing my psych. Those five months out of therapy made me come back to being a complete mess. It’s been a long, hard battle. My anxiety wasn’t something I was ever comfortable with declaring because even up until now I’m still suffering I still fear it.

A picture of my face with a piece of paper - This isn’t something anyone would expect from a girl with a crippling social anxiety but I did it anyway. It’s worth the courage to support a cause I strongly have faith in. I chose to share this because I want the stigma of mental illness to end. I know there are so many young people like me out there who are caught in the stigma and are afraid to speak out and get help. I know it’s not easy but it’s worth everything in the long run.

If you don’t have the strength and courage to do it, strive to find that in yourself and don’t give up.  Educate yourself.

Don’t deny yourself of the help you can get. 

It’s a step by step process; one that you can devote your whole self into.

Going to therapy was one of the wiser decisions I’ve made so far in my life. Now I’m seeking a great perhaps and I won’t ever get to do that alone. I admit I need help and I am now more willing to accept it. I believe in the help that therapy does and I’ve felt a caress of the help it can provide. I am not yet “healed” but I know I will be.

I have a therapist for my anorexia and other eating disorder tendencies, and I’m grateful about it, it has helped me a lot, I was ashamed of it for so long, but now I really feel like it is a blessing! (And yep, I know I wrote it in reverse!)

I have a therapist for my anorexia and other eating disorder tendencies, and I’m grateful about it, it has helped me a lot, I was ashamed of it for so long, but now I really feel like it is a blessing! (And yep, I know I wrote it in reverse!)

My therapist is a constant blessing to me. I probably wouldn’t be alive without her.

My therapist is a constant blessing to me. I probably wouldn’t be alive without her.

Therapy has changed my life forever! We ALL experience difficulties in one way or another. Accepting support demonstrates strength in so many ways. Improving mental health is for everybody!

Therapy has changed my life forever! We ALL experience difficulties in one way or another. Accepting support demonstrates strength in so many ways. Improving mental health is for everybody!

After being in and out of psychotherapy my whole life and hating every step, I was so sure it wasn’t for me, or that I just wasn’t a good patient. An unfortunate turn of events required me to go back into treatment. I was told I only needed to go to four sessions, but I continued going in for a little over two years. He earned my trust quicker than I usually give it. He understood me on a level most people do not. I can’t put into words what he did for me. He probably didn’t even realize it. Saying goodbye was one of the hardest moments for me when I moved away. Lucky for me, I found my counselor who was my rock through the terrible high school years. The one who put up with me and still liked me when I was at one of the lowest points of my life. My therapists are a huge part of my life, I keep them with me always.

After being in and out of psychotherapy my whole life and hating every step, I was so sure it wasn’t for me, or that I just wasn’t a good patient. An unfortunate turn of events required me to go back into treatment. I was told I only needed to go to four sessions, but I continued going in for a little over two years. He earned my trust quicker than I usually give it. He understood me on a level most people do not. I can’t put into words what he did for me. He probably didn’t even realize it. Saying goodbye was one of the hardest moments for me when I moved away. Lucky for me, I found my counselor who was my rock through the terrible high school years. The one who put up with me and still liked me when I was at one of the lowest points of my life. My therapists are a huge part of my life, I keep them with me always.

Severe Depression, some Anxiety, Drug Addiction, and history of Trama.  It will truly save your life, trust me.

Severe Depression, some Anxiety, Drug Addiction, and history of Trama.  It will truly save your life, trust me.

break the silence

break the silence

I have a therapist, and have been inspired me to be one.  I am currently attending a group therapy, as well as an individual one, and it’s without a doubt changed the course of my life.  It’s scary, it’s frustrating, and it’s overwhelming, but I’ve luckily had a lot of supportive, wonderful help along the way.  It’s one of the best things you can do for yourself - it’s time to not be scared anymore.  #endthestigma

I have a therapist, and have been inspired me to be one.  I am currently attending a group therapy, as well as an individual one, and it’s without a doubt changed the course of my life.  It’s scary, it’s frustrating, and it’s overwhelming, but I’ve luckily had a lot of supportive, wonderful help along the way.  It’s one of the best things you can do for yourself - it’s time to not be scared anymore.  #endthestigma

Well at first I was actually feeling like I don’t need help or a therapist. I didn’t think I was that bad. After my first therapy I cried I can’t lie. I couldn’t even know how to feel. I wasn’t the super friendly person she has ever met. But somehow in time, I opened myself and she helped me. And she still does. It has been almost 10 months since I started seeing her and you should know that there is nothing be shamed of about getting help. It’s normal. And I encourage you to do the same, you will not regret it!

Well at first I was actually feeling like I don’t need help or a therapist. I didn’t think I was that bad. After my first therapy I cried I can’t lie. I couldn’t even know how to feel. I wasn’t the super friendly person she has ever met. But somehow in time, I opened myself and she helped me. And she still does. It has been almost 10 months since I started seeing her and you should know that there is nothing be shamed of about getting help. It’s normal. And I encourage you to do the same, you will not regret it!