In college, I had a teacher suggest that I see a therapist because I cried a lot. I was a perfectionist when it came to my writing. So, I would cry every time that I got a major writing assignment returned. I'd made mistakes. AAAAAAAAAA! What a crime? I think the biggest hurdle there was the assessment. I got the most annoying woman imaginable. She made you sit there and describe your symptoms. Then she'd repeat them back only in a worse version. I'd kind of agree aloud and not agree in my mind. But, they were freeby sessions through my University Counseling Center. But, the psychologist was very nice and didn't tend to do that overblowing of the symptoms things. Due to the fact that it was freeby sessions, we ended that year.
Now, I returned to therapy in November. The main reason why I hesitated as long as I did was the fear that my insurance would find out about the previous psychologist's theory (Dysthymic Disorder). I did not want to be labeled again. I hate labels. I have always had a tendency to have thoughts of suicide. So, I am used to them and just ignore them. But, when I started having trouble sleeping, feared falling off a ladder at work due to tiredness, worried excessively and ran myself out of mental energy one day. I decided to try to talk to a T. My insurance requires that one got to your Employee Assistance Plan and share your symptoms with them first. They had an on-line and I requested an appointment with a cope out statement on why. Later, I called on the phone and got stuck in a conversation involving the question "Do you feel safe tonight?" I had mentioned only one thought of suicide and here this lady is like overreacting. I mean I do that. My sister does that. It propably runs in the family or something. She asked me three times that question. I was nervous at the assessment on whether or not I was losing my mind, doing a repeat performance of Dysthymic Disorder or something new. I was really worried about the idea of my insurance thinking I'm nuts. I guess they think I'm nuts. The authorized more sessions.
As for my feelings about how I like therapy. I like having the priveledge of sharing what's on my mind with another human being. I enjoy (wrong word) sharing the thoughts and feelings that I have kept inside for way too long. Just thinking about some of those thoughts and feelings makes me cry. Haven't you ever wanted to be able to share some deep inner feeling with another human being? As for improvement, I was much happier in college after talking to him. But, I have only had five sessions this time around and my grandma died after the first few. I am hoping that this works again like it did last time.