The weather here has been unbelievable. We have had more hours without power than with in the last three weeks. We are bracing for a major storm tonight with winds expected up to 100km an hour. When the storm starts we are planning on evacuating from our house because of all the huge trees surrounding us that have been loudly cracking and dropping huge branches over the past few days. Our road is littered with branches and debris, so much so that it is difficult to drive on.
Yesterday i read "Life Interrupted" by Spalding Gray. I loved Spalding Gray. His humour, his sadness, his anxiety, his love of children and gentle nature. The book, although very sad, was inspiring. How he is remembered so fondly. The deep impact he had on people and their lives.
It has left me melancholy, but ready to work on my novel again. To reach out and grasp at the small, beautiful things in life.
I went out for beer with a very old friend last night. We talked, mostly, about me. My hesitation about therapy. My distrust of the whole field of psychiatry and psychology. Bad experiences i have had. He convinced me to give it a try.
I owe it to myself, my family, my friends to do everything i can to be well. To live this life in the best way i can. To walk quietly and gently instead of sadly.
Posted by Jess at 12:23 PM Permalink
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It's all about finding the right therapist. I had a string of horrible therapy experiences, from therapists who just didn't care and didn't even try to hide that fact, to a therapist who had so many of her own issues that she called me out of the blue at 1am one night to tell me how important I was to her! When you're already depressed, experiences like these can make you feel even worse and more hopeless about getting better. When you find the right therapist, however, it is SO worth the journey you had to go through to get there! There really ARE good therapists out there - ones who can change your life permanently for the better. That's what mine did for me. Anti-depressant drugs may come and go. Exercising, eating well, and all the other home remedies for depression have limited benefits. The one and only thing that made a significant and lasting difference in my life was my time in therapy - the REAL therapy, with the REAL therapist who actually cared and knew what she was doing.
I found my therapist pretty much by chance, by calling my insurance company and asking them for a suggestion of someone not too far away who would take my insurance and was experienced in dealing with depression. They referred me to a group of therapists, actually, and the psychiatrist in charge of the group asked me a few questions and recommended one of the therapists in the group. It turned out really well.
If you don't have a good feeling about your therapist by the third session, don't waste any more time; try another one.
Good luck!!!
And be careful in that crazy weather.
Posted by Skye | December 14, 2006 01:12 PM