Four years ago, I’m pretty sure I would have balked at the idea of seeing a therapist regularly. I certainly would have balked at the idea of taking medication, and probably would have tried to get off of it as quickly as possible (maybe even against medical advice, which is how I took myself off anti-depressants when I was 19).
Four years ago my resume listed more law library experience than school or youth work.
Four years ago I had never lived alone.
I had never had a credit card, a car, or paid for utilities in my own name.
What a difference four years can make!
It’s actually just under four years, because I started seeing Jane* in July of 2009, and last week we ended therapy. Read the rest of this entry »