I have a confession to make. I have an appointment with a psychologist. I think I’m ready to try and move another step forward. It is so easy to say that I’m good. I don’t need to improve. But I do.
I want to build a craft area where I can make and perfect my bath and body products. I want to finalize the name of the LLC that I’m going to start and create a logo. I want my friends and colleagues to think of me when they are buying small gifts for people.
I want more.
Change is hard though. Some of my steps forward have been disastrous. I lost a few friends and acquaintances during one of those steps. I don’t mind. I know I’m difficult. I just have to remember that these appointments and these steps forward have consequences outside of me. That’s why it’s hard to do this.
But I am doing this.
I am taking the next step.
I have an appointment.
Confessions from Depression 
Seeing a therapist is the only thing that has helped me. Meds were a disaster.
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The fact is that people will talk with their besties or their ministers or their bartenders about their problems. Why not talk to someone who is trained to help you sort out your life? Someone with deep and expansive training in the very things that trouble you? Someone who knows proven and effective techniques for overcoming your problems and moving beyond them?
The real shame is that there is any shame in seeking professional help.
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