Therapy options are honestly the most random rabbit hole i’ve fallen down while trying not to totally lose my shit in this shoebox apartment outside chicago, like for real. it’s 2:17 am right now and i’m typing this on my phone cuz my laptop died mid-netflix and the charger’s buried under laundry, anyway. just got off a call with my sister that went south fast—like why do we always end up yelling about mom’s meatloaf recipe??—and the quiet after felt louder than the el train rattling past my window every 10 minutes. therapy options started as this half-assed google at 3am but now it’s basically my dysfunctional security blanket.
why therapy options even popped up on my radar (hint: it involved burnt toast and tears)
so yeah my official “maybe i need help” moment wasn’t some instagram-worthy epiphany, it was me scorching toast so bad the smoke alarm screamed and i just stood there crying into my hoodie sleeve. i’m 32, remote marketing gig, solo with a cat named pickles who side-eyes me like i’m the problem (rude). the kitchen still smelled like charcoal and my hair hadn’t seen shampoo in… let’s not count. that’s when therapy options went from “eh someday” to “okay fine i’ll look.” started with free podcasts but lol that just made me spiral harder comparing myself to strangers with perfect lighting.
- dumb mistake #1: thought doomscrolling reddit AMAs was therapy options. nope, just anxiety fuel.
- tiny win: texted a crisis line at 4am, felt weirdly safe spilling to a stranger who didn’t know my ex’s name.
therapy options i actually tried: the hits, the misses, and the “wait i paid how much??”
jumping into therapy options felt like tinder but make it mental health—swipe left on the flops, right on the maybes. first was in-person talk therapy in a strip mall off the highway, waiting room reeked of microwave popcorn and fake lavender, i sat there shredding a tissue convinced the receptionist was judging my unibrow. therapist seemed cool, beard game strong, but driving through illinois winter slush for 45 minutes of “how does that make you feel”? hard pass after session two, my toes went numb and so did my soul.
then i yeeted to online therapy options cuz hello pajamas and zero commute. betterhelp hooked me up with this therapist in cali—succulents in her zoom bg calmed me more than i wanna admit. we did cbt which is fancy for “stop being a drama queen to your own thoughts.” i’d log off, scoop pickles, and try reframing while he purred on my chest. still fuck up tho—like tuesday i had a work zoom, anxiety spiked, muted myself and breathed into a taco bell bag. baby steps or whatever.
group therapy options: aka where i trauma-dumped about my ex’s sock collection
thought group therapy option would be cult vibes, ended up lowkey loving it. virtual anxiety group thru insurance, eight randos on zoom with cats and kids photobombing.
diy therapy options for when your bank account is screaming
premium therapy option cost a kidney so i macgyver’d the free shit. journaling at my wobbly kitchen table, window cracked so i could hear the neighbor’s reggaeton and pretend i’m not alone. moodpath app for daily check-ins, felt like feeding a tamagotchi but it’s my brain. walked the lakefront trail blasting “don’t cry in public” spotify, one time full-on danced to lizzo in my granny panties—curtains were open, zero fucks.
- hack that saved me: phone alarms for 4-7-8 breathing, ignored em first week then they stopped a full meltdown in target cereal aisle.
- epic L: tried “forest bathing” in the burbs, came home with poison ivy on my ass. nature therapy option: 0/10 do not recommend.
picking therapy options that don’t make you wanna yeet yourself
therapy option are personal as hell, no universal remote. emdr gave me migraines and nightmares, mindfulness clicked during lunch breaks tho. asked my barista for recs—turns out she does art therapy and slid me a flyer. psychology today has filters, i sorted by “sliding scale” cuz rent’s due. weirdly group chats with strangers felt safer than one-on-one sometimes. contradictory? welcome to my brain.
therapy options: my hot mess wrap-up from this saggy couch
whew therapy options flipped my charcoal-toast mornings to… idk slightly crisp?? still forget sessions, still send my therapist tiktok sounds at 1am, still a disaster. pickles is snoring on my thigh, rain’s smacking the window, and i’m like cautiously hopeful? if therapy options are on your radar just pick one dumb thing—text a hotline, dl an app, cry in your car. your noggin deserves options. spill your chaos in the comments, let’s make the mess normal.
peep NAMI’s guide or APA’s therapist finder for legit therapy options info. try one thing today, you flaky human. you got this.
wait shit i think i spelled “yeet” wrong earlier idc
