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I Refuse To Go To Therapy Because I Am An Expert In My Own Madness
“Stay weird.”
Fay-Ann Lyons
It was in 2020 when I announced to my small group of Facebook friends that I was going back to therapy. This was the original post:
“I’m going back to therapy this year. I’ve been avoiding it because of my past experiences with various therapists. But I finally realized that this is a much-needed process in my personal healing and growth.”
During that time I spent long stretches of my day doing research on the professionals in my area that offered tele-therapy services since we were in the middle of a pandemic. I was ready to tackle my shit and get better, whatever “better” meant. I didn’t even know what I wanted at the time, but I was convinced that I needed to get my act together.
Then the strangest thing happened.
I woke up one day and decided that there was nothing wrong with me. I am fucked up, selfish, paranoid, insecure, and I have a deep distrust of men, and people in general. And I actually like myself just as I am.
Can money be made from people who actually like themselves?
I came to the conclusion that if I don’t think anything is wrong with me then what can any professional do for me, unless they make it their duty…
