I’m emotionally exhausted today. I had three big emotional ‘events’ one being a very good therapy session.
I don’t remember what it was, but I finally decided to get professional help for my ’emotional eating’ some time last summer. I knew I just couldn’t do this myself.
Maybe it was feeling like I had no one on my side, and just the complete exhaustion of trying to figure it all out myself. On top of dealing with a new baby and several other issues.
I had been thinking of it for several years, but never took the leap. I think I felt like I was being weak if I needed ‘professional help’. That to have to go there meant that there was something ultimately very wrong with me. But I was at the end of my rope…I had no where else to go and nothing else to try. I just didn’t have any energy left to diet. I was done thinking about food and my weight and my lack of exercise. I couldn’t take it anymore.
And so I did a google search looking for a therapist that could help me. And I am so happy I did. I think I’m probably lucky that I found one I connected with right away. Or maybe it’s because of my superpower, that I can just connect well with anyone.
Either way, it really is where this journey started. Realizing that I couldn’t do it all on my own. That I need help. That was hard, but it is probably the best thing I have ever done.
I’m still a long way away from where I want to be, but I’ll get there.
If anyone is coming across this page considering therapy, my advice to you is go, find someone. At least try it, you can always stop if it’s not for you. But I believe that if you think you need help, chances are you probably do. And that’s okay, you’re not the only one.