I’m Not Prepared to Handle the Stigma

It’s one thing to admit that you go to a therapist for help to handle all of your emotional shit. It’s quite another to own up to the fact that you spent 45 days in an inpatient treatment facility. It’s admitting that you are a whole other level of crazy. Even though my stint in rehab was not for addiction, but to recover from trauma, I still feel judged for needing this level of help. Was my emotional turmoil my fault? It depends on who you ask. Yes, my family and I survived a callous act by our neighbor’s grandson when he shot a bullet into my bedroom. <a href="https://medium.com/bouncin-and-behavin-blogs/im-not-prepared-to-handle-the-stigma-6413f65cf2ed">Click Here</a>