So I started seeing a new therapist yesterday.
I've been going to therapy on and off for the past five years, ever since I first got my clinical depression diagnosed. Up until now, I've never met a therapist that I actually liked. They were nice and all, but the therapy never helped or went anywhere. They just asked me how I felt and sent me home again.
I could immediately tell I was going to like this lady from the second I stepped into her office. There was a dog bed on the floor, so I asked if she had a dog. She does, and not only does she bring her to work with her almost every day, but she rescued her from the streets of Puerto Rico.
Also, the other man in the same building occasionally brings his African Grey Parrot to work with him, which explains a huge bird cage in their reception area.
So yeah, I could tell I would enjoy going there before I even started talking to people.
I thought the first day I would just talk about my history and myself and all that jazz, which we did. But I never expected her to actually start working with me on the first day, considering none of my other therapists had ever actually worked on anything with me before.
I'm going to see her next week, and until then I have to make a mood chart every day. It sounds really stupid, but it's actually kinda fun and helpful. I use it to identify what my triggers are, and it helps me become more aware of how my mood is at certain points in the day or on certain days in general.
Bottom line: I love my new therapist, and I'm really hoping to get some results this time.
