Therapy (Trigger warning)
In my previous post I mentioned Therapy. According to the definition of Therapy, it is a treatment intended to relieve or heal a disorder OR (and this is the one we'll be talking about today) the treatment of mental or psychological disorders by psychological means.
I was young when I first received any sort of therapy or counseling. In fact, I believe I was in elementary school and I spoke to a school counselor about a lot of things. Now, it's been quite a while since I spoke with my school counselor that I'm not sure I remember why I started going to her. At the time, the thing that makes the most sense is to say bullying with a side of daddy issues. But I loved my school counselor, I talked to her about everything and she was so sweet and understanding. Her office was my save haven. She taught me so much and I thank her to this day and let her know how grateful I am to have had her in my life.
In middle school, I remember walking up to my house from the bus stop and seeing my grandpa's car there. I just knew something was wrong. I walked in, my mom and brothers and I all sat on the couch, my grandpa sat in the recliner, "I have some bad news," his eyes started to fill with tears. "Your dads parents have passed away. They found them dead this morning. The lead suspect is your uncle Rodney."
Now... My dad has been in and out of my childhood for years at this point. My little brother and my mom started crying. My older brother was in shock. I was in shock.
There was a closed casket wake, and a memorial service, and its been 8 years since then and I haven't seen my dad, in person, since 2015, I think. Rodney was found and has been serving time in a mental institute. To my knowledge, he hasn't been able to withstand trial, and the reasoning I heard was he went awol after the army and that's why he killed them.
As for how we dealt with it; we managed. Tried the whole counseling thing and it hasn't necessarily failed us, but the real counselor here is my mom. She raised me to never give up. She taught me how to cry when you had time and to wipe your tears and smile the next. She raised us by herself; has dealt with every tantrum, soothed every fever, kissed all of the boo-boos. She has told my brothers and I SO many times that all she wanted from us was to follow our dreams and to get out of Ohio. To me, she's my Wonder Woman.
As far as therapy is concerned, I've always just been told to "Write it down." At least in my childhood of going to therapy. As an adult, therapy has been helpful in a way that I've slowly started to love who I am as a person and to feed my inner child while also feeding myself as an adult, in ways that both the kid inside of me(my inner self) and my outside self are both grateful for what they have.
Thanks for reading!
Jacquality out!
Important links:
Therapy:https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/therapists/ohio?gclid=Cj0KCQjw3uboBRDCARIsAO2XcYB-Djece6Nk9g89Ez4mDwLOcBuS4Z3SQ5u0j6fCTxOzqtp-kvZUWOAaAhUeEALw_wcB
Hotlines for ANYTHING:
https://www.pleaselive.org/hotlines/
(There might be another post about therapy in the future because its such a vast and important thing to discuss.)
I was young when I first received any sort of therapy or counseling. In fact, I believe I was in elementary school and I spoke to a school counselor about a lot of things. Now, it's been quite a while since I spoke with my school counselor that I'm not sure I remember why I started going to her. At the time, the thing that makes the most sense is to say bullying with a side of daddy issues. But I loved my school counselor, I talked to her about everything and she was so sweet and understanding. Her office was my save haven. She taught me so much and I thank her to this day and let her know how grateful I am to have had her in my life.
In middle school, I remember walking up to my house from the bus stop and seeing my grandpa's car there. I just knew something was wrong. I walked in, my mom and brothers and I all sat on the couch, my grandpa sat in the recliner, "I have some bad news," his eyes started to fill with tears. "Your dads parents have passed away. They found them dead this morning. The lead suspect is your uncle Rodney."
Now... My dad has been in and out of my childhood for years at this point. My little brother and my mom started crying. My older brother was in shock. I was in shock.
There was a closed casket wake, and a memorial service, and its been 8 years since then and I haven't seen my dad, in person, since 2015, I think. Rodney was found and has been serving time in a mental institute. To my knowledge, he hasn't been able to withstand trial, and the reasoning I heard was he went awol after the army and that's why he killed them.
As for how we dealt with it; we managed. Tried the whole counseling thing and it hasn't necessarily failed us, but the real counselor here is my mom. She raised me to never give up. She taught me how to cry when you had time and to wipe your tears and smile the next. She raised us by herself; has dealt with every tantrum, soothed every fever, kissed all of the boo-boos. She has told my brothers and I SO many times that all she wanted from us was to follow our dreams and to get out of Ohio. To me, she's my Wonder Woman.
As far as therapy is concerned, I've always just been told to "Write it down." At least in my childhood of going to therapy. As an adult, therapy has been helpful in a way that I've slowly started to love who I am as a person and to feed my inner child while also feeding myself as an adult, in ways that both the kid inside of me(my inner self) and my outside self are both grateful for what they have.
Thanks for reading!
Jacquality out!
Important links:
Therapy:https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/therapists/ohio?gclid=Cj0KCQjw3uboBRDCARIsAO2XcYB-Djece6Nk9g89Ez4mDwLOcBuS4Z3SQ5u0j6fCTxOzqtp-kvZUWOAaAhUeEALw_wcB
Hotlines for ANYTHING:
https://www.pleaselive.org/hotlines/
(There might be another post about therapy in the future because its such a vast and important thing to discuss.)
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