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Just a Midwestern gal in New York City trying to convince people she is in to more than beer and cheese. Stick around, it should be a good time!

I am a therapist who has a therapist

I am a therapist who has a therapist

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As a therapist, I know therapy means different things for different people depending on their own life experiences and current struggles they are facing. For me, therapy is something that I actively preached to those around me but I never pursued myself. I struggle with my own anxiety and depression which translates to small boughts of high motivation and action where I stay on track with my goals and efforts. Once my mental health is triggered by any sort of outside source (continually working on identifying these), I am quick to respond negatively. I think knowing how I battle with this trend in my life is part of the reason I pursed a career in a helping profession. All humans face barriers each day but how they react to those barriers is directly related to how much emotional intelligence they possess. This career path is both a blessing and a curse. One being that I am able to have more intelligent insight to my own barriers and triggers so that I continue to strengthen my emotional awareness. However, two is that I see the world through an entirely different lens than most that causes me to question everything in every relationship; not great for someone who already struggles with anxiety. This is the first time I have written publicly about my own mental health but I think it is important for this to be more present in our current climate. I am a therapist who sees a therapist and I can confidently declare that I have not felt as secure and aware of my own triggers and emotions as I have in the last year. I am presently 26 and for the first time in my adult life, I can retrace the steps of my life to connect the puzzle pieces of why I am the way I am. Relationships are not easy for me. Expressing love, anger, or fear is not easy for me. Loving myself is not easy for me. I regularly struggle with comparison, judgement, self esteem, decision making, and just being happy with what I have now. I am able to admit that not a day goes by that I don't have thoughts related to anxiety or depression. I find myself chasing after a life that I think is idyllic or will give me the most happiness while my actual life is passing by. It was not until I began a new relationship in the past year with someone who is extremely positive and present focused that I realized just how much I live in the past and future rather than being okay with right where I am today. So, actively I work to remind myself that today is the only thing I can give my intention to. I continue to improve my communication skills and become more observant and self aware because I am my best investment. 

Let's talk about mental health... 

xoxo Miranda from the Midwest

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