I am in therapy. Of course I am in therapy! If your life is so deep in the port-a-john that you must resort to anonyblogging under the inane pseudonym of “Mrs. Pastor,” you definitely need the services of a mental health professional.
I think a lot of people go to therapy to do what’s known as cognitive reframing – to improve mental health by adjusting the way they look at the world. It’s easy enough to misinterpret, or catastrophize, or take responsibility for things you can’t control, etc.
My therapist tells me that I have good mental hygiene. Apparently the way I interpret what is happening around me, and the way I understand my ability to influence my environment, is healthy. This has not prevented me from falling into a “major depression.”
It’s a little like going to the dentist, being praised for your excellent flossing and brushing habits, and then hearing that you have 10 cavities and raging gingivitis.
I suppose there’s only so much one person can do to cope with intractable misery. And then there’s medication.