As part of therapy, I do call a meeting with myself. Yeah, you read that right and it's not like the Hollywood self talks that one does on the bed or a sofa. I set a table, get some drinks, get a book, have a clean shave, wear a nice shirt, trouser, shoes and some perfumes. With the lights on I reminisce on what bothers my sanity. Is it the way people see me? What I eat? How I dress? Where I go? Who I associate with? How I talk?
I also add some why's to these questions. Why do these things matter, if they probably do matter at all, and how can I tackle them?
I build some self confidence in taking photos, singing out loud, dressing to my taste, exercising or building my accent. If we all take out time to find our faults, flaws and failures while also noting our victories and conquest, then we don't necessarily need a therapist. I personally do feel like therapists are for the insane.
The color of your problems is the pigment you paint them with and as such if you paint them with some wowing pigments, you'll sure save you some money too. You know people have to pay for their mistakes either in cash or kind.
Your seeking a professional is inflammatory. You've got more grip than what the books teach them.
Wake up, stretch, bath, wear some good clothing and a perfume, talk with confidence, sing out loud when you feel a weight on your chest and try this, DANCE IN THE RAIN.
I penned this down cause the cost of therapy might make some die in depression. What does that mean? It means I love you too well to tell you this. You're your doctor.
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