When I was in high school I never told my friends I went to a therapist.

I always told them about a different Doctor that I had to go see, when in all reality I was seeing my therapist all those times. They never questioned it and with my past medical history it was normal for me to miss school.

It wasn't that I was ashamed about the fact that I was struggling but in all reality I didn't know how to talk to my friends about what I was going through.

I had spent many years struggling in silence and it wasn't until someone saw me having a panic attack that I realized what I was experiencing wasn't normal. So I started going to see my therapist.

Now, my mental health will never be perfect, and the medication I take will never do as much as I want it to but it helps me be a better version of me. My therapist encourages me and makes me feel unashamed about what I experience.

I will always have panic attacks.

I will always have moments where I get lost in my own demons.

I will always live with the consequences of my mental health.

But, I will become stronger because of my therapist. I will learn to accept what I deal with. I will overcome my past.

My therapist empowers me.

My therapist makes me understand what I am feeling. She helps me see the light when the darkness is to much. She helped me realize who I am supposed to be. She showed me my voice, she helped me find my purpose and my passion, and most importantly she gave me hope. She helped me realize that I have a greater purpose in life.

She saw me as the me that suffered, but was not destroyed by mental health issues.

So yes, I go see a therapist, and she changed my life.