I read these two posts on mental healthcare in America with great interest considering my job in mental health. I reread them again tonight after calling my old therapist — after finally deciding that the depression I was feeling would not just go away and was moving into dangerous territory — and found that my private insurance will not cover the costs of psychotherapy.
Take a moment to remind yourself what I do.
This did not improve my mood.
Dangerous territory huh, and no comments here, that’s not good. I’m sorry you’re not doing so well, but glad you’re not too cool to admit it. You take care.
That’s awful, mister. I’m so sorry.
I think you deserve a hug.
I’ve been there (although I’m in education, not mental health). One of these days, mental and emotional health will be considered as important as physical health, but in the meantime, the best of luck to you….
[...] But there are good things. I don’t have to commute to Methtown anymore. I don’t live there and I never have to see the people I worked with again. I do know, after talking to a former coworker, that everyone in the office is livid with management for canning me. (Call me petty, but that is a plus.) I can look for a job that might cover my therapy bills. And finally, I got to see a tornado. At a mental hospital. Less than 100 yards away from me. [...]