“Therapy just doesn’t work for me.” “We tried three different therapists for our son and none could help him.” “My therapist didn’t understand what I was going through so I stopped going.” Of course therapy works, I thought to myself, even though my inbox was being flooded with DMs like these.
I am a psychotherapist by trade, and I am also the partner of an adult with a progressive terminal illness called cystic fibrosis (CF).
I started blogging about mental health in the context of serious illness when I first realized my fiancé’s mental health symptoms were going largely unnoticed by his care team.
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