Talk Therapy

I started in talk therapy in 1995, I think. I don't know why I didn't go before; my sister had been diagnosed with depression, and I had taken many self-help tests that indicated that I had a moderate to severe depression myself. I believe the excuse was, "I don't have enough money." I also felt afraid that help wouldn't help, and then I would really feel bad. But I think that ultimately, it was because I thought that I was not that different from everyone else, and if they could be happy, so should I be.
The first therapist I went to blamed everything on my father, because he sometimes used a belt to punish me. She had me so upset that I could have had an accident when leaving her place. I realized quickly that she was a nut-ball. If occasional corporal punishment gave a person a lifetime of deep depression, our distant ancestors would not have survived two generations. Silly.
The next person I went to was wonderful. She was a little centered
... to be continued...