Month: May 2012


My dirty secret: I see a therapist


Therapy is for losers. For rich kids whose parents send them to therapy for their rich people problems. For the weak who don’t have the emotional or mental strength to deal with life on their own. I’m way too strong to ever see a therapist.

… which is what I thought, until I decided to see one. Three years ago I graduated college, moved to a beautiful city (Seattle), and had landed my dream job (at Excel). I knew a lot of people my age and partied every weekend.

It seemed like I had all the pieces of the puzzle to be happy – but I wasn’t. This went on for about a year, and I wasn’t getting any happier. So I decided to swallow what seemed like a huge amount of pride and book an appointment with a therapist…


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