Therapy, Psychiatrist, and phones..oh my

To anyone listening,

So I went to see the psychiatrist yesterday and a therapist today.  I knew a psychiatrist can give you medication but I thought they also acted like a therapist too.  I was wrong.  It was quick and she changed some of my drugs and I was gone.  I was the only one there under 70 and I'm pretty sure they all got there when they were 20 because the wait was that long!!

The therapist.. well, I went today because the psychiatrist recommended it.  What a strange world.  Anyway, I came in with an open heart which honestly I wasn't sure I would have but I tried to.

I guess anyone who hears a quick summary of my past and the fact that I had another miscarriage so far along brings any therapist to tears?  It was funny because at one point she said how grounded and strong I was and how I have a good balance in my life.  So the point of being here is..?  I'm not saying I shouldn't be necessarily, I just want to know why I should?  Is it the way I tell the story about my past?  Is it the fact that I have a past?  Doesn't everyone?  I know plenty of people who had it way worse than we did.  Is that what we should base it on?  Who had it the worst?  I'm not asking these questions sarcastically, I really want to know.  What is it that says therapy for one person and not another?

To top it all off, my purse was open and all my receipts flew out when I left.  On the way in, I dropped my phone.  Now that isn't working correctly.  I just need a break today.  Dustin is working on his YouTube channel with his friend Jason and I am so excited for it.  One of my favorite channels is coming back!  YAY!  So, that was the good part of the day and that I folded the laundry.  It isn't my favorite part of the day but somehow it relaxed me.

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