“I’m smart and self-aware.”
I know I have issues. I’m aware of my faults and where they stem from, and I know what I need to do to fix them. I’m just too lazy to do the work right now.
“My problems are so typical.”
Imposter syndrome? Daddy issues? The therapist will probably roll her eyes the whole time. It’s not like I was abused or anything.
“The therapist will only tell me what I want to hear.”
Since, you know, my problems are so average and privileged compared to people who really need therapy.
“What will my family think?”
I don’t want them to worry. Or worse, think I’m seeking attention.
“No way can I afford it.”
Does my insurance cover therapy? Even if it does, do I look like I make enough to afford the co-pay.
“I have strategies to cope with my symptoms.”
Ugh, I don’t want to think about anything. What playlist will lull me to sleep?
“It’s no different than any other kind of sickness.”
If I’m sick with a cold I sleep all day, veg out in front of the TV, and eat virtually nothing. This will help relieve stress and heal my mind.
“I take care of myself.”
I make it to work on time every day, I pay all my bills, I make time to visit friends. It’s not that bad.
“I swear I had one more pair of clean panties.”
I slept through laundry day again? Which is the least crusty pair I have available? Maybe if I just put a panty liner on it…
“I’m not that sick.”
Okay, I know I have some issues, but at least I’m definitely not suicidal.
“I’ll do it later. If I still need to.”
Let’s make a deal, if I’m not feeling better in a week, I’ll go to a therapist. Same as my doctor policy.
“I’m feeling way better today.”
I knew it would pass. I don’t need to see a therapist. I’ll be fine.