After much deliberation I chose to go into therapy in my thirties, but I believe therapy may not always work for everyone. It’s not a cure-all, but as I go on to explain here, it does go some way to help. In my view there is always merit in therapy.
It’s good to talk. Not only is it good to talk, I would go so far as to say it’s vital we talk and understand how to navigate our way through the therapy process, whilst keeping the communication paths open outside of therapy.
Looking back, therapy didn’t quite work for me. I’d go in ready to talk, but didn’t come out with the answers I was looking for. There was something about the therapy scenario that didn’t quite work. I didn’t feel as though I was getting out as much effort as I was putting in.
Somewhere in our psyche we have issues that will never be explored unless we learn to explore them. A lot of our experiences that we think aren’t harming us, are. I believe therapy doesn’t work for everyone, because Therapists can’t get below our conscious awareness, only we can. We just have to know how.
Although it’s our choice whether we go into therapy or not, we have to open our minds to the possibilities of the therapy process. We have to want to put ourselves through countless therapy sessions and not give up, or look for an easy fix. We have to put in the hard work, the deliberations, the reflection.
I found myself coming out from my sessions more demoralised with each passing week. Something just wasn’t clicking with me. I wasn’t getting the right connection in therapy. I was the one who needed to take back control, but I didn’t feel I had it. This became apparent, when I contacted my therapist for help on an urgent matter outside a formal therapy session and she made it clear that outside our therapy sessions was her own time.
It was only when I decided not to go back, that the penny actually dropped. My therapist’s stance that evening made me realise that only I could change my life. I was my responsibility.