What’s Under the Hood?
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Do you see a therapist? For years, I thought that admitting to seeing a therapist was like admitting to still being in possession of a Creed record. There’s just some things that are better kept to oneself. I can’t remember who said it {it was no doubt someone older and wiser}, but while we are discussing the topic of healthy living, we can’t neglect our mental health now can we?
We take our cars for a tune up every 50,000 miles, so why not take our psyches?
— my Mystery Sage
This philosophy set me free in my early 20’s and as a result, I have seen the same therapist periodically for the past 9 years. I hate dating shrinks, so when I found Jennifer, I vowed ’til death do us part. I have unloaded my single, pre-marital, marital, and postpartum {Heaven, help us mamas} baggage on her couch for nearly a decade. When we moved out of state, I even scheduled Skype sessions with her. As if that isn’t enough of a window into my neuroses, we have a “therapy” line item in the budget right under Live Shows and the Eye Doctor. We take our mental health pretty seriously around the Beasley household. But in all seriousness, these occasional “tune ups” have made all the difference at some pretty critical junctures in our family’s life. I paid a visit to Jennifer as recently as last month {more to come on that later}, and the mind readjustment has once again proven beneficial.
What about you? Have you hugged your shrink lately?
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