The wonderful thing about therapy is that when it you take it seriously amazing things can happen. I am a big supporter of therapy. Years ago, when I was a lot younger and not so wise I was attracted to the idea, but I never knew why. Maybe it was my intuition trying to guide me to something that I truly needed but did not quite realize at the time. I have been to many therapists. I had some good experiences, and some not so good experiences. In all my years off and on in therapy, I never wrote it off completely. However, timing is everything.
As I have mentioned in a previous post, I have a great therapist and it was a series of trial and error in getting to the point where I am comfortable in saying that I am beyond satisfied with her. In my opinion, a good therapist will guide you and lead you on a journey of self-discovery and self-awareness. You really get to look at yourself. The good, bad, and downright ugly.
While I decided to seek out therapy for my mental health issues initially, my journey forced me to look at all my baggage. My childhood baggage, my teenage baggage, and my adult baggage. Looking at all the things that contributed to the person that I had become was monumental in learning how to deal with my bipolar disorder and anxiety.
The moral of my story is this: looking at all my traumas, heartaches, and disappointments of my past have truly allowed me to better understand myself, and how to control my illness and the way I manage it. It was time to deal with my past hurt head on so that I could do what I must do for myself here and now.