My Crazy Life in a Nutshell

5-23 My first counseling appointment

Today I went to my counseling appointment. I met with a licensed therapist named Pam. I was very surprised that I did not cry. There was so much that we discussed, I was too overwhelmed to shed a tear. Although, I did get a little choked up every now and then.
I really like Pam. She seems to genuinely care, and shares her personal experience as a way to help make you feel more at ease about your situation. Part of me feels that she tends to talk a little more about her experience rather than listen to your own, but maybe in time, I will get more chances to talk.
We have decided that the best course of action is to medicate as well as continue therapy. I am not opposed to anti-depressants. I was on Prozac while I was pregnant with my second son. I am not sure that was the best thing for me to do then, seeing as he was born with withdrawals from the drug, but I do not see any harm in helping myself now that I am no longer pregnant.
I guess I can be stereotyped as "crazy" now, but I do not feel any shame in getting help. I also know that I will not need the drugs my whole life. I just need something to help me cope with the depression that I am suffering from at the moment.

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A closing thought: If to some people I am considered "crazy" for admitting my faults and seeking treatment, then what about those who deny the truth? Aren't we all a little "crazy"? I believe there are two types of people, those who are truthful to themselves, and those who are too afraid to look inside themselves.

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"I stopped throwing things when I came to this realization: I was the one who had to clean it up or replace it." - Pam