Welcome to Therapy-Adjacent

A place that is not therapy, but not not therapy.

Dear people,

My burnout journey differs from my estrangement journey.

I needed a place for my current thoughts about the study, practice and receiving of psychotherapy, as I have (mostly) moved on from clinical practice. While I transitioned out of the mental health field at the same time that my personal life came crashing down due to family drama, they are separate but connected journeys.

So many therapists are burning out

Are we getting better? Are we getting worse? What choices do we have? Are there a bunch of therapists who feel the way I felt towards the end of my clinical practice, and can’t speak up for fear of reprisal? What if I could amplify their voices? What if I could speak truth to power in a way they can’t?

Maybe we can commiserate: patients, therapists, therapists-who-are-patients, patients-who-are-therapists, burnouts, psychobabblers, seekers, estrangers, and (most of the time very polite (rebels and iconoclasts). We need a safe space for all of us to admit that none of us really know what the hell is happening or what we are doing.

Also, I need attention and want to make you laugh.

When things are “adjacent,” it’s nice to have a side porch, where they can sit in all their adjacent glory.

TV, books, and movies about therapy. Therapeutic ideas. Ethics. Decolonization. Economics. Social issues. Content that is therapeutically funny. The failings of the modern mental health system. Shit you have always wondered about your therapist. What really goes on in our minds? Are we even people anymore? Do we remember how to have friends when we talk to clients? Who do we go see for therapy, and who do they go see for therapy, and who did that person sleep with before it was against the law?

See it all here, on therapy adjacent. Grab a cup of something, filch a rocker, and sooth yourself with the sweet, sweet idea that nothing is for certain and we are all a little off.