Episode 26: I Broke Up with My Therapist

in the best way possible...

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I became aware that “going to therapy” was a thing in the early 2000’s as I was becoming a young adult and had my first job out of college. A co-worker I became close to would tell me about the therapist that she saw every Thursday after work. She had been seeing the same therapist for over a decade. In Sex and the City (which originally aired during this time of my life), therapy was talked about like going to Starbucks. Because I had never been in therapy before, I just assumed that once you started, you just go forever.

So when it came time to leave my first therapist in 2009, I was really upset. I wasn’t ready. I still wanted more. But I was moving to a new city and had no choice but to say goodbye. And, back in the early 2000’s, therapists weren’t on Zoom—partially because Zoom didn’t exist (we all Skyped) but also because this was pre-pandemic times before our world became more open to virtual forms of connecting.

When I finally found my most recent (and third) therapist, I was ready to stay married to her forever because I had found someone I liked that didn’t make me hold rocks like my second one did. I figured I’d be with this one for a very long time. But then the craziest thing happened last week…