When I first moved to this city I saw my psychiatrist every week, but in the last 5 years that tapered off as I moved into a better, calmer part of my life. I feel like the emotions and challenges I needed her help with were like debris and dust, and with a calmer life, they eventually settled down, drifting to the floor.
But now I feel like there’s a brisk wind blowing through my mind, whipping everything up again, making the air thick and hard to breathe. So I guess it’s time to reach out again.
I know i’m not the only one to feel this way. The mental health professionals I know talk about how a lot of their clients seem to be struggling a lot more in this recent, hostile year. So if you need to, you should reach out too.