Story 1

Jesus, 27

I started therapy in 2019. I lived with depression, low energy, lack of motivation, and tormenting self-hatred. I felt trapped in my own circumstances, alienated from loved ones, and pessimistic about my prospects in life. Still, I didn’t reach out for professional help. I thought I could handle every crisis (and believe me, there were plenty) on my own. Therapy, anti-depressants… that shit’s for white people… until I couldn’t manage it on my own anymore. I finally found a therapist that accepted insurance and forced my entire family into therapy (would not recommend, worry about your own health first). A beautiful thing happened next. Through years of incessant self-work, I found the will to take control of my life, connect with those closest to me, and move on from the places and situations that consumed me with grief. Truth is… you don’t need to be at your lowest to go to therapy. You don’t need to wait til your next crisis to ask for help. If possible, seek care. It will be worth it