Therapist?

Does she need therapy?

That is a very disturbing and painful question. Because there are times when things go very normally and easily, and frustration simply a natural part of life. And -- there are some very obvious times -- when people have slithered off the edge and the need for a therapist cannot be more urgent.

However, there are times when one exists in the gray zone. And it is a very fast gray zone. She's upset, she's depressed, she wants to come home -- and flies home from thousands of miles away. Is it just normal homesickness that should be disregarded? Give her time to chill out, feel the comfort of being home and that's all she really needs? Or are we dealing with another "edge experience," an off to hauntingly remember an earlier time, and the need to scamper off very quickly and find therapy -- and not just therapy, but the RIGHT therapist.

And the truth is, how would we know? Are we then truly professionals in the field of psychological health? Are we not simply relatives who are deeply concerned, but still, after all these years, are still only amateurs. And on the contrary, doesn't our concern and relationship make us really very subjective, and unable perhaps to see past the wall of our own subjectivity.

So we are going to make the appointment. But with whom? Just "anyone" that happens accept our insurance? Isn't that ridiculous?

This is actually a very disturbing post in a sense, because I can't really express all that is in my mind now.