I hate therapy. Even though I know it's beneficial, I have quit going before I probably should have. I've quit when it got too hard. I quit because it was too expensive. I quit because the therapist wasn't a good fit. I quit because I moved. But I need more than a prescription for Zoloft to get me through the first year of my kids' lives, so off I went when I felt I was descending down the Rabbit Hole after L was born -- because @postpartumprogress helped me realize I needed to be my own advocate when it came to my maternal mental health. This was my 6th time in therapy, for one reason or another. Ive never had a therapist dismiss me because I made great strides and didn't need them anymore. Until today. Today I heard the words "If you think you're ready, you can stop coming. But I think you are." After almost a year and a half, I was told I could see my therapist as needed, but if I didn't need her again that was okay. For a year and a half this woman has provided me a safe place to share my intrusive thoughts, vent about parenting, let me cry over L's challenges, and help me see how strong my mother's intuition really is. She taught me that a good therapist, one you click with, makes a huge difference and is worth every penny -- and even the 3 hour total commute to and from sessions. She understood my postpartum anxiety and gave me resources to learn more about what I was going through -- and how common it is. This made me see how much of a mess I really was during G's first year, when I was too scared to discuss my intrusive thoughts with anyone. I went from being an 8 or 9 on the anxiety scale to a consistent 3 or 4 (normal for me). I opted not to reminisce about my journey at today's appointment, but I know where I am now is a much better place than where I started, and that deserves some ice cream. In the chocolate covered waffle cone. I still struggle with anxiety, always have and always will, but today I can celebrate overcoming one of the hardest parts of my #motherhood journey. #anxiety #ppa #postpartum #mentalhealth
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  • muddybootsndiamondsI hate therapy. Even though I know it's beneficial, I have quit going before I probably should have. I've quit when it got too hard. I quit because it was too expensive. I quit because the therapist wasn't a good fit. I quit because I moved. But I need more than a prescription for Zoloft to get me through the first year of my kids' lives, so off I went when I felt I was descending down the Rabbit Hole after L was born -- because @postpartumprogress helped me realize I needed to be my own advocate when it came to my maternal mental health. This was my 6th time in therapy, for one reason or another. Ive never had a therapist dismiss me because I made great strides and didn't need them anymore. Until today. Today I heard the words "If you think you're ready, you can stop coming. But I think you are." After almost a year and a half, I was told I could see my therapist as needed, but if I didn't need her again that was okay. For a year and a half this woman has provided me a safe place to share my intrusive thoughts, vent about parenting, let me cry over L's challenges, and help me see how strong my mother's intuition really is. She taught me that a good therapist, one you click with, makes a huge difference and is worth every penny -- and even the 3 hour total commute to and from sessions. She understood my postpartum anxiety and gave me resources to learn more about what I was going through -- and how common it is. This made me see how much of a mess I really was during G's first year, when I was too scared to discuss my intrusive thoughts with anyone. I went from being an 8 or 9 on the anxiety scale to a consistent 3 or 4 (normal for me). I opted not to reminisce about my journey at today's appointment, but I know where I am now is a much better place than where I started, and that deserves some ice cream. In the chocolate covered waffle cone. I still struggle with anxiety, always have and always will, but today I can celebrate overcoming one of the hardest parts of my #motherhood journey. #anxiety #ppa #postpartum #mentalhealth

  • itsaheroCongrats to you Mama! 💗💗 I'm in the midst of PPD & Anxiety from my second now. It's rough. And I'm about to need a refill of my meds too. This post is giving me the courage. 💖
  • fiona_lynnThis makes me so happy to read! ❤️
  • styleoperatorOb-sessed.
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