“People are always saying that therapy is nothing to be ashamed of. Oh, everyone is a little crazy. Everyone just needs someone to vent or talk to.
Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but some people are crazy and some people don’t just need someone to just talk to, like you talk to the cashier at the grocery store. Some people need to confide their darkest secrets, their most painful truths to someone who is actually licensed to help them out.
And I can most certainly tell you that I am ashamed.
Every Wednesday, I try to walk nonchalantly towards the Psych building on campus. As I walk, I already have my story created in my mind for why I need to be over on this side of campus at this time of night.
“Oh, late night meeting, this was the only room available,” or “Oh, just dropping off something for a friend.”
All these stories are stupid and horrendous, but they are better the actual reality: “Oh, I’m headed to meet my therapist because I’m psychotic and depressed and somewhat suicidal.”
The suicidal part is more of an accessory to the psychosis and depression, but anyways, that’s not the point. I have to hide why I go to therapy because I’m my college’s student body president. Yes, please call me President Psycho.
Now, alright, you’re thinking, that’s not that big of a deal. So you’re the Student Body President. You should use your role to advocate for mental health needs on campus. You could be a role model for others. Blah blah blah…”