Today I talked on the telephone with a dear friend who has also suffered from depression for many years. She's currently seeing a healer who does a combination of yoga, acupressure, and therapy. And during her first 90-minute session, she'd learned more about how to heal herself than she has in the last 30 years.
And I told her that I'd learned more about how to heal myself from my therapist in the last six months than I have in the last 40 years.
In both cases, our first depressive episodes were situational. We both feel that none of the therapists we've seen (except my present one and the person she's going to) helped us resolve that first episode. We both feel we've worked very hard to get well. We feel we've done everything imaginable to achieve wellness and move on. And we've both felt a certain rage and disappointment at the treatment we've received. Yet, for the first time, we both feel that our current healers will enable us to end this cycle.
I often wonder why there are just so few doctors, therapists, and other so-called healers who understand enough about depression to help others. I often wonder why those people who call themselves healers, but are so unsuccessful at healing, continue to treat patients and take their money despite their lack of success.
I just wish my therapists had been as honest with me as my plumber. When my plumber comes to our house and can't fix something, he tells us, and doesn't charge us. And he usually recommends someone he knows who can help us.
Why is it that no therapist I've ever seen has ever said, "I'm sorry. After talking with you today, I realize that I won't be able to help you, but I think I know someone who can."