I am glad to hear that, Thomas 
I have had many therapists and professional councilors over the years, and can say that for the most part, I believe I benefited from each experience, but for one. I was in quite a bit of distress and grief following the still birth of my son, which was but one of a few issues I was struggling to come to terms with (I'd had another first trimester miscarriage following the still birth, also). It was believed I should be put on meds for depression, and so I was referred to a psychiatrist, since they can prescribe such meds. After recounting to this woman some of the events of my life that had led up to me sitting in her office looking for help, she paused, and then asked me how I had managed to find a scarf that so perfectly matched the color of my pants and top. Yeah, that was her response LOL. She then wanted to put me on an array of drugs that I did not believe I needed, and she told me that I would be putting the science of psychiatry back fifty years if I did not take the drugs she was offering... so I relented despite believing that my problem was psychological more than chemical. I took those drugs for a few months, and then decided that they were not helping, because instead of making me feel better, all I felt was that I was taking drugs to fix a problem that was not chemical in nature. Two months within stopping taking all those drugs, I was pregnant with my daughter, who was subsequently born at 24 weeks gestation weighing under a pound and a half, and you know what? Her chances of survival were 50/50 as it was, and I cannot help but think they would have been worse if I had continued popping all those pills into the early stages of pregnancy. My daughter will be 32 this summer
I have had many therapists and professional councilors over the years, and can say that for the most part, I believe I benefited from each experience, but for one. I was in quite a bit of distress and grief following the still birth of my son, which was but one of a few issues I was struggling to come to terms with (I'd had another first trimester miscarriage following the still birth, also). It was believed I should be put on meds for depression, and so I was referred to a psychiatrist, since they can prescribe such meds. After recounting to this woman some of the events of my life that had led up to me sitting in her office looking for help, she paused, and then asked me how I had managed to find a scarf that so perfectly matched the color of my pants and top. Yeah, that was her response LOL. She then wanted to put me on an array of drugs that I did not believe I needed, and she told me that I would be putting the science of psychiatry back fifty years if I did not take the drugs she was offering... so I relented despite believing that my problem was psychological more than chemical. I took those drugs for a few months, and then decided that they were not helping, because instead of making me feel better, all I felt was that I was taking drugs to fix a problem that was not chemical in nature. Two months within stopping taking all those drugs, I was pregnant with my daughter, who was subsequently born at 24 weeks gestation weighing under a pound and a half, and you know what? Her chances of survival were 50/50 as it was, and I cannot help but think they would have been worse if I had continued popping all those pills into the early stages of pregnancy. My daughter will be 32 this summer 
