[Mental Wealth] Tale of 2 Therapists: Why Getting Help is Not Enough

Andrew Folts
6 min readMar 25, 2020

This is a story about my two wildly different experiences with therapists and what it taught me about mental health, in general. If you just want the step-by-step guide on getting the “right” help, skip down to the Process section. (:
— Andrew,
F the Lines

July 2016—My phone goes off and I bolt outside to answer it. One ring, two, three, four. I’m half-hoping I’ll miss the call. “Hello?”

“Hi, Andrew, this is Dr. Lambert.” I’m returning your call about accepting new therapy patients. Did I catch you at a good time?”

What I want to say is…

No, you did not catch me at a good time! I can’t produce any creative work, I have no emotions, and I’m pretty sure life is just a bitter distraction from the void of nothingness we are all being sucked into.

What I actually say is: “Sure, now is fine.”

As it turns out, Dr. Lambert (NHRN) doesn’t have any openings. But she knows someone who does. And a few weeks later, I find myself reluctantly stepping into the office of my first therapist.

I am now someone who “goes to therapy.” Whatever that means.

Problem: Cushioned Consciousness

My first few sessions were cathartic. It was like…holy shit, this person will sit here for an hour and listen to me talk about my problems? Amazing!

I explained how I was depressed and how I had lost my creativity and how I felt like a “cylinder of pointlessness” because happiness was passing straight through me instead of filling me up…ya know, the usual.

This went on for a few weeks, but pretty soon, I got antsy.

Wait…when, exactly, does therapy start to work?

Trap: Give it Time

Dr. Gould (NHRN) seemed to think that I needed more time. When I brought up the fact that I was feeling more depressed than ever, her stock response was something like, “Well, therapy is difficult work and you can’t…

Andrew Folts

Author of 365 Comics. Writer, illustrator, and barefoot runner slinging minimalist hacks for creative rebels.