Part 2 in my series "Working with Professionals", a look into life in therapy. For the majority of my life I was self-managed in the mental health department. Deaths, failures, depression, divorce and trauma were in all in my wheelhouse. I had friends and family to vent to. Writing to explore and release my thoughts and emotions. When these failed I could self-medicate until I felt better or simply forgot the pain, if only temporary. Counselling and therapy were for the real serious shit, and my shit was never serious enough to need help.