#BellLetsTalk Campaign- The Moment

I remember sitting in the waiting room, with my mother in law next to me, holding my hand.

I thought to myself: "This is probably the lowest point in my life! I have decided to try to talk to someone, seek therapy from a psychotherapist. What is wrong with me??"

That's the mindset I had back then. I was supposed to be strong, I had always excelled at everything that I had done, and there I was, unable to do the simplest smallest thing ever, not able to sleep, sitting there with my mother in law in the waiting room of a therapist! (no offence Lucie ;)).

I got in the room, she told me, my therapist: "I know you won't be believe me yet and probably not for a while, but you'll get out of this "dark hole" you are into, and we'll do it together!"

I was totally suspicious, having always thought that this was stupid - seeing a therapist- and no idea how it could help. There's one thing that I knew though, I was in pain, I was struggling and I wanted to find a way "OUT". Out of this tornado of thoughts, feelings of shame and thinking that I was not being good enough.

If I look back, more than three years ago now, it was The Moment. The moment I decided to try anything in my power, to deal with my issues and find a way out.

It took a burn out and 28 years to get to that moment, but it happened. It's never too late, it's never too early to talk about our mental health and situation. I wished I had understood that much earlier in my life, but it was not the time. My moment I had not surfaced yet, but when it did, I knew it was time. Time to try anything to find a way, a way to the better me, the real me.

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