Why I Could Never Be a Therapist

My mom always said I'd be a great therapist. I listen and emphasize. I know psychology well and like to psychoanalyze people.

But the problem I have with is fitting someone's experience into a box.

Let's take the well known CBT method.

Someone comes to you with my kind of problems.

And you tell them how could you reframe this to something more positive.

When you are literally dying and begging on your knees just to be heard for the pain.

CBT didn't help me. Having a caring therapist did. Having loving friends did. Having Heidi Priebe videos and more YouTube resources and writing on here. Definitely having a platform to write these kinds of things. Finding my voice and clinging to it and allowing myself to be rejected and know it doesn't have to be the scary thing my mom taught me to believe.

I don't want to be a therapist because I don't want to diagnose love. Your child got murdered? Yeah, let's talk about how to "let go" all at once. lol give me a break.

Rather be a writer and artist. Already am people's free therapist and that truly is enough for me.