I find it embarrassing to ever bring up that I see a therapist. There’s still this strong stigma about therapy, being the one needing therapy, talking about it in the open like any other doctor’s appointment. People never want to talk about it, or even acknowledge that I said anything – and I know what they’re thinking:
I’m too busy to have this conversation. I’m too stressed to listen to her problems. This isn’t a good time. I just don’t have time.
But what if it wasn’t a “conversation” but just a part of conversation? What if acknowledging mental health issues wasn’t just about listening to someone bitch and moan, what if it wasn’t a problem, an issue, a hassle? What if every moment was a good time? What if it wasn’t a “thing” that you had to make time for?