I first tackled my own mental health in a pretty dramatic way when I went to a residential treatment center. Sitting in my first therapy session, that thought that kept looping through my head was: I don’t want to be here. How is this stranger, who knows nothing about me, supposed to make any difference in my life? But, I decided I would at least give it a try. And, after a few tries, I finally connected with the right therapist. Someone who got me. Someone who could identify my feelings in a way that I couldn’t. Someone who was transparent, direct, and gave me clear, specific direction. Once I experienced real therapy, I understood more than ever how much connection is the conduit to the cure. I know that therapy should be strategic, consistent and sincere.