409 Quotes About Therapy

I've tried therapy several times, and after a few visits, it becomes clear that there's only so much I can do for the therapist.

The irony of taking Anti Depressants: you take them to feel good but they also make you feel bad or worse because you worry about your purse.

My therapist said: Sometimes it’s better to be understood than it is to be loved. I believed her because I am better at understanding than I am at feeling. I have said I love you to men whose names I can’t remember now. And who’s to say it wasn’t true? Who’s to say I couldn’t have tried forever with any of them?

My father had always been supremely suspicious of psychiatry. He viewed therapy as an invasion of privacy, mental health as a matter of self-discipline , and my mother's increasingly pointed suggestions that he "talk to someone" as acts of aggression - little lobbed grenades of blame for their unhappiness as a couple.

Jo knew she had to be utterly truthful, even when her version of the truth conflicted with what Lynn wanted to hear. Truth was vital to Jo, because she had a hard enough time keeping track of the spotty reality she experienced.

As it turned out, an apple a day did not keep the doctor away, especially if that happened to be the only thing I ate for an entire day.

But although my body constantly reminded me that it was starving, the voices inside my mind never gave me permission to satisfy my hunger. At times, I would get affected when people passed statements like, “Why can’t you just eat?”However, I convinced myself that the only person who could understand anorexia was someone who had been through the eating disorder. I chose to remain quiet.

My life was now determined by the number on the scale or the digits behind food containers. But I was completely okay with it as long as my 24” waist size never felt even a tad tighter. But if it ever did, hell would freeze over, resulting in 21-day fasts until I felt thin enough.

Soon, everyone around me had come to terms with my peculiar eating habits and started accepting me for who I was. It felt peculiar at first, but when someone said things like, “I wish I could resist eating all that,” in whatever parallel universe I existed, I felt powerful.