Commiting to my mental health

Until recently, I’ve always accepted that therapy is for broken people, that it was shameful to be in therapy. This is my journey into embracing my mental health.

For most of my thirties (I’m now 40), I struggled with sleep. I get my eight hours a day, yet I walked around like a zombie. I saw every possible doctor imaginable and every solution made no impact.

Once I ruled out all physical ailments, all I had left was to focus on the mental aspect.

For five years, I cycled through several therapists. Some were good, others were okay. Most addressed very superficial issues and it felt like I was just spending an hour a week haphazardly talking about my feelings.

In 2020, I made a commitment to really dig down deep, to open the can of worms and face it head on. I had ventured out on my own, started my own business, and I wanted to concurrently be the best I could be.

I looked around for a few therapists and eventually landed on Brendon. In our initial sessions, I shared my history and we jotted down a few issues. I also made it clear that I want to dig down hard, and I wanted him to really push me hard. I didn’t want to skirt around the issues, I want to uncover it all.

And oh boy, we sure uncovered a lot.

More to come.