Tuesday, December 09, 2008
My least favorite days have been those I see My Psyche. Not that he isn't a nice guy and he has helped me tremendously with my meds, but without meaning to, he rips at my heart. He is a very kind man. But I seem to bare my soul more to him. He is going to send me to a therapist as he explained he is mainly getting me on the right medicine path, the rest is up to the therapist. In our small area the psychiatrists are few and far between. My husband always goes along for support and we discuss everything and I always cry. Opens old wounds. Keeps me up the rest of the night. Now I am feeling very uncertain about therapy. Does anyone like therapy. Is it helpful???
Throughout my experience with mental health professionals, that the psychiatrists that treated me were very matter of fact, scientific professionals who knew brain chemistry and how to prescribe the right medications. Unfortunately, for the most part they were not skilled therapists or even conversationalists. This is o.k., because we certainly need them to perform their role to assure our well being.
My experience with a therapist was absolutely wonderful. I wish that I were still in therapy with my original therapist Dr. Frank. I found with the right therapist the experience is rewarding on so many levels and the discoveries you make about your BP will enlighten you.
The advise I would give you is to be selective and if one doesn't work for you, well find one that does. This is a partnership where trust is the major component both ways.
I wish you well in your adventure. Don't hesitate to reach out if you need more assistance.