Schrodinger's Cat
I go
to therapy.
Every week
or every
other week
I see
an on-campus therapist.
Why? Because
I am
anxious, and
stressed-probably
more than
normal, probably
to a point that’s
not healthy.
But for
a long
time, I didn’t tell
many people
I went
to therapy
and it’s
not a known fact-even to the people I am close with. It’s
not something
I’m ashamed
of, but
it’s not something you just talk about.
However,
I wouldn't tell many
people. I would cover
it up
with “Oh,
I have
an appointment”
or a meeting, or
I’m studying.
But I would never
tell people
I go
to therapy.
But here’s
the thing
this isn’t
the first
time seeing a therapist. It’s
actually my
second. The
first time
I went
I was
a senior
in high
school-almost
two years
ago.
Therapy
is a hard thing,
it’s almost
like Schrödinger’s
cat except
you’re the
box.
The idea
of Schrodinger’s
cat is
a cat
is put
in a box but
is never
checked to
see if
it’s dead
or alive;
or even
in the
box at
all. There’s
a multitude
of possibilities
for the
box and
the cat,
so long
as the
box is
closed. Once
opened though-there
is only
the one
reality. Going
to therapy
is like
opening the
box, and
the reality
differs from
person to
person. My
decision to
go therapy
was opening
the box.
It was
me realizing
the reality
of my
life is
I can’t
handle it
on my
own- I need guidance
and support-from a professional (even
though my
family and
friends are
amazing at
guidance and
support). And
slowly as
I go
to therapy
I learn
more about
myself, more
about what’s
inside the
box.
But
why am
I sharing
all of
this? Why
am I up at
2AM, when
I should
be sleeping
or studying?
Because I come from
a community
that still
has an
issue with
mental health
and therapy.
They see
it as
a weakness,
or as
something that’s
fake. Personally,
I am
lucky that
my family
does not
conform to
those beliefs,
but rather
takes mental
health seriously.
In fact,
it is
family members
that encourage
me to
go to
therapy. Nevertheless,
there are
members of
my community
that do
not see
therapy as
an appropriate
choice. They
see those
who go
to therapy
as crazy.
And that’s
an issue.
So here
I am
doing my
due diligence,
and reminding everyone what
therapy really
is.
Therapy
is not
a sign
of weakness,
but a symbol of
strength. It’s
self-awareness,
it’s understanding
that you
need help
and reaching
out for
it. Many
will argue
that you
should “just
read the
Qu’ran (or
any other
spiritual/holy
book)” or “you
need more
religion in
your life”,
and yes
for some
that maybe
helpful. But
for others
that’s not
enough. Sometimes
you need
to sit
and talk
to someone,
sometimes you
need to
be medicated
because your
anxiety is
so crippling
you don’t
sleep at
night. Or
that your
depression is
so bad
you refuse
to get
out of
bed. But
regardless the
point, regardless
if you
need medication
or not,
regardless if
you’re religious/spiritual, regardless
of anything
else-if
one feels
if they
need to
go to
therapy they
should feel
like they
can without
the stigma.
The very
heavy and
daunting stigma.
They should
be able
to go
without the
fear of
what will
others say
or think.
It’s a hard and
difficult thing
to overcome.
Even
though I wasn’t ashamed
of going
to therapy,
I was
hesitant to
share it.
Mostly because
of the
stigma-mostly
because I was afraid
of how
I’d be
viewed. But
then I realized I was scared
not about
those close
to me
viewed me
(because they
either knew
or I knew they
wouldn’t care), but
rather I was nervous
about how
those I am not
close to
viewed me.
And I realized that
for a lack of
a better
term: it is
stupid. I realized that
it does
not matter
what other’s
view of
it, because
they’re not
the ones
feeling my
feels or
having my
thoughts. They
aren’t the
ones so
crippled by
anxiety, they
stay in
their room
all day
because socializing
is scary.
They aren’t
the ones
crying or
hurting.
Going
to therapy
has been
an eye
opening experience,
it’s helped
me realize
a lot
about myself
and more
over it
helped me
realize that
there’s still
a lot
I need
to know.
But I guess one
thing is
for sure,
the cat’s
out of
the bag
(or box):
I go
to therapy.
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