I had the impression that therapy was for weak brothers until I was faced with some overwhelming challenges. I lost my job, my wife was unhappy with me and then my father died. I hurt so bad I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t make decisions. Couldn’t sleep. When I found myself drinking too much and yelling at my kids, I knew I had to get help.
It wasn’t at all what I expected. There was no judgment, just listening and lots of support. It allowed me to get a better understanding of my situation and my options. In the end, it was the best thing that could have happened for me. Now that I know how it works, I feel like I can deal with whatever comes along. It might shake me up a little bit but it won’t knock me over like before. Nothing will ever take the place of my dad but I’m not so worried about making the wrong decisions without him now.