You may judge, but therapy saved my life.
My best friend and I are constantly playing phone tag. But there's one person who promises to have my undivided attention once a week, no matter what: Dr. R, my therapist.
For the past 2.5 years, we've spent 55 minutes every Tuesday evening together, and for that, I'm grateful.
My adventures in therapy began during my sophomore year in college, when I walked into my campus's mental health center after a close friend suffered a mental breakdown.
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We were so alike, I knew that if I didn't do something, my fate would be similar. Now, five years later, I consider that decision the best choice I've ever made.
