I never want to go to therapy. In fact, I think if I didn’t have to, I wouldn’t. Now, it wasn’t always this way with me, but in the past couple of years it has been. I go around every two months. I have absolutely nothing to talk about. TWO MONTHS and nothing to talk about. Things happen, they get resolved, and I forget about them. Nothing is ever pressing when I have an appointment (but wouldn’t it be nice if there was?), and I find myself rambling about random shit.
Now, like I said, it wasn’t always like this. I used to go every week. I used to need it to survive. I was either depressed or manic or hearing things, or more than one (and sometimes all three… THAT was fun). She gave me great coping techniques, etc. Then I had to switch insurances because I made too much on disability to qualify for Medicaid anymore and also had to switch therapists. Appointments went from being free to being $40 a pop and I stopped going as much. My new therapist wasn’t as good and I started using the coping mechanisms that I had been taught. Which brings us to today when I have NOTHING to talk about because I deal with everything on my own. And I’m finally on the right meds.
Which brings me to this. Why do I HAVE to go to therapy? It’s mandatory that we go at least once every 2 months if we’re seeing the psychiatrist for meds. Regardless if we need it or not. My therapist is so available that I can make an appt and have it right away. And I can just text her about it. So, like, maybe make it so if we NEED to see him/her that that’s the only time we have to see them. It’s annoying an expensive.
That said, I have an appointment next Wednesday. Joy of joys.