Iv started this, and re written this so many times, deciding how much or what exactly i want to share.
Iv spoken lots over on my instagram about my therapy sessions and you have all been so kind and shared your experiences i wanted to write a big more down.
Taking the first step is always the hardest.
Feeling silly is normal, I felt ridiculous that I was even contemplating going to a therapist.
But honestly once I decided I was going I felt better about it, although I was anxious about what was entailed and what was expected of me.
I think thats what a huge part of my anxiety is, expectations. No one is perfect are they? Striving to be the best mother I can be, the best person but we can’t do it all. We can do our best, but we are not expected to be super heroes.
I feel like im blabbering already. I started to write this after my first session with my therapist. Someone I have never met before but opened up to the minute I sat down. This seemed odd in my mind, why am I telling this stranger whats going on In my head? my whole family background… is that information necessary?
Whether it be needed or not I clearly felt like I had to get it all off my chest and tell this stranger It all. Im left feeling odd about it all but definitely open to my next session.
Its now fast approaching my last and final therapy session. Im so glad i went and i honestly feel much better, i now have the tools to cope and manage my anxiety.
I think anxiety is something that will always be with me, but my therapist … a lady i still don’t know at all has given me the techniques and confidence to live with it and to not judge how i feel.
I hope if you have got this far, and you yourself are questioning going to therapy, try it. Whats the worse that can happen?