I did not start out wanting to go to therapy about ten years ago.
I thought I was cured of depression. I was on a "high" and thought that I was prepared to deal with what ever life gave to me.
Then I had a nervous break after receiving series of disappointments and I just sort of fell of out of life.
I was told that I had to go to therapy, but I told my psychiatrist, I don't want to talk to you.
It was later on that I realized she knew me before I walked in the office and that my depression had hit manic levels or something like that.
What ever I was going through, it was brand new and my family and I had never seen it before.
Its nice when the solution are coming to mind by ourselves but you know even then, from now on I still would always like to know that I have the back support of a psychotherapist.
When I moved to another state, I thought I could abstain from session but thank goodness my senses were good enough to find some one to talk to.