Why I Go To A Psychologist

I set up this site to help Dads like myself have an outlet to deal with their depression, by offering a place for people to express what they’re feeling and how their depression effects them and the ones they love.

Depression takes on many forms. Mine gives me an overwhelming sense of worthlessness – something I know in my heart of hearts that I shouldn’t be feeling, but do. Aside from the daily medication that I’ll most likely be on for the rest of my life, I recently made the decision to see a psychologist.

For those unfamiliar with psychologists, the Wikipedia definition is: “specialists who study normal and abnormal mental states, cognitive, emotional, and social processes and behaviour by observing, interpreting, and recording how individuals relate to one another and to their environments”.

I have found it invaluable. Every few weeks (or more regularly, if I need it), I pop in for an hour and ask for advice on how to deal with certain life situations and talk through events in my life that I need assistance with. My therapist is also helping me to recognise how my depression and sense of worthlessness feeds into my everyday life, so when I notice it occurring, I can pump the brakes and alter my “neural pathway”.

The way she worded it was to think of my depression as being like a vine. As time passes, the vine is going to creep over my brain and slowly take over. What I need to do is recognise the early warning signs and cut the branch off as soon as I can feel it creeping in.

It takes some practice, especially when you’re spilling your personal history to a complete stranger. But if you find the right person, the feeling after each session is liberating. The more sessions I have, the better I’m feeling about life and more importantly, myself.

The brain is a complicated instrument, but with my psychologist’s help, I’m learning to control it and, in-turn, taking back the control of my depression.

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