Personal Narrative On Therapy

Narrative

I used to be skeptical about therapy before I started attending sessions. I didn’t

think that it was as influential as other people made it seem—but I went anyways. Some

symptoms of depression and anxiety began to flare up about a year prior to scheduling an

appointment, therefore my parents decided it would be beneficial to talk to a professional;

however, I thought differently. I was the type of person who never opened up about my

feelings in fear that I would be looked at as an “attention seeker” or that people wouldn’t

understand. I knew that what I was feeling wasn’t normal, nor was it healthy to have some

of the thoughts I had running through my mind. Due to my parents worry and the slight

hope I had that

I was there

in order to help myself become happy again, but that was going to be difficult since the

environment was so depressing. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to open up if I

As soon as I walked into the room and identified just whom I was going to be talking

with, I immediately wanted to leave. I was expecting someone younger—someone who

would be able to relate to me more. Instead, she was significantly older and stoic. She

started off with a series of questions relating to my personal life, relationships, and my

family. I felt pressured as though if I answered a question a certain way, it would make it

seem as though someone would be to blame for my depression. I knew there was no one to

blame, but I didn’t know how the therapist would interpret it. It was a series of panicking

and not wanting to say the wrong thing. Only the first session consisted of those sort of

questions, the other three were focuses on me. I was relieved when I was finally released

to go home, but it only left me to wonder how the rest of the sessions would go.

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The following two weeks I attended my second and third sessions. I still

Most importantly, relating back to the quote by Sadghuru, I was given a

way to explain to those who don’t understand, including myself, what was going on.

Although I was stubborn throughout the process, therapy did help me grow as a person.

From that experience at therapy, I am still affected today. I’ve learned to open up

more to others including: my parents, my friends, and my boyfriend. I have even started

attending therapy recently after thinking back to how my past experience influenced me. I

still refer to the Sadhguru quote she mentioned to me and I live by it. It is the only way that

I can make sense of my actions, as well as explain them to others. To my parents whenever

I isolate myself from the family. To my friends whenever I decide to not go out with them.

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To my boyfriend whenever I get irrationally upset with him or sad for no reason. Also, to

whomever in my future that will potentially need to understand me on a more emotional

level. From today forward, I will continue to remember that therapist and how she

influenced me—even though I cannot recall her name. Therapy made me accept that I