Sorry for the late post today, friends, I've been busy exercising, Christmas shopping and talking about my feelings. That's right, I went to a psychologist today for the second time in my life. I really don't want to get into all the details because I do need to keep some of my personal life personal, but it turned out to be a good experience despite my initial hesitation. I've been having a lot of anxiety lately about various things, and I just needed to talk to someone to help me deal with those feelings as they arise.
Ok, so the session wasn't quite on the Good Will Hunting level, but it was pretty darn good. The psychologist was a cool, normal woman with plenty of insight and helpful advice. She did quite a bit of talking, which I liked—unlike the therapist Betty goes to on Mad Men. The most he ever says is "Mmm hmm," which drives me nuts. I even got out a good cry, which apparently I really needed.
This experience was much better than the time I went to see a sports psychologist when I was 16. I hit a major plateau with swimming, and for some reason my parents and coach thought it would be a good idea for me to talk to someone about it. The man was terrible. I'd talk and talk for what felt like forever and then he'd say, "Tell me more about that" or "Why is that?" Dude, if I freakin' knew WHY I wouldn't be here! Anyway, that wasn't so fun, but I'm glad I gave therapy another go—it's very healthy I think.
What about you: Have you ever been to a psychologist of any kind? Did it help? Who else loves Good Will Hunting?!