Braaaaainsssss: They're not just for zombies.

Greetings, friends.

Some of you may already know that I've been looking for a therapist since April. I called my work's Employee Assistance Program and they set me up with someone who basically turned out to be a life coach masquerading as a therapist. Which, frankly, was the least of her offenses.

Finally, a program at Penn Medicine linked me up with a social worker who screened some possible therapists for me and found someone in my area who takes my insurance. Our first session is tomorrow afternoon. I'm pretty nervous about it; like, what if this is another false start? Or what if my office loses patience with my constant midday doctor's appointments? Or what if I'm not mentally ill enough to be using up all these vital resources?

Even so, I can't help but think about what a tremendous privilege it is to have access to any therapist, even an ill-fitting one. Why is it that I had to go through so many people to find a therapist--multiple EAP reps, a primary care doctor, two on-call ps…