From late 2010–early 2013, I saw a therapist — two, actually (one moved). Specifically, they were cognitive behavioral psychologists. They could prescribe medicine, but I never asked for any and they never offered. I had previously seen an LSW (Licensed Social Worker), but by their very nature, they are more supportive, so all I got in those sessions was that I was too hard on myself and I should be proud of what I’d done. I didn’t need that.
I also didn’t need pills. That’s not why I was there. Rather, I went to modify and improve my behavior and to help me understand why I acted and reacted in certain ways to certain situations or events. What was it about myself and how I had experienced life to that point that dictated why I did the things I did — both good and bad?
The Passion of Christopher Pierznik 