When I made my first appointment to see a therapist in my new city, I was informed that – because of the location of the therapy offices – I might run into Presbyterian colleagues. I replied that I not only welcomed that, but I’d be willing to put a bumper sticker on my car that said “I’m here to see a therapist.”
Actually, I’m kidding about the bumper sticker, but I’m serious about normalizing therapy. Why do I see a therapist?
- It helps to process things that I can’t talk about with my colleagues (because boundaries.)
- I want to discern my life patterns and figure them out with a wise person.
- When I’m really busy, it’s easy to lose perspective.
- Sometimes I’m overwhelmed.
- I just started a new position in a new city away from family and old friends. I should probably talk about that with a professional.
I have had a therapist everywhere I’ve lived since college – through deaths, break ups, births, and job shifts. It makes me a healthier person. And it’s different from coaching or spiritual direction – although I need those things too.
Whether we are clergy people, mail carriers, electricians, educators, senators or stay-at-home parents, life can be busy/crushing/soul-sucking/wonderful. I, for one, need to process all that. How about you?
Image of a t-shirt you can buy here.