Why don't we treat our brains with the same attention and care that we provide the rest of the body? When we have a sprained ankle, a sinus infection, or a freaky lookin' mole, we go straight to the doctor to deal with that shit. But anxiety, depression, addiction, and grief we deal with silently on our own time because for some reason the brain is a shameful organ to have treated by a professional. Visiting a therapist is kind of like going to a gynecologist, it might be a bit awkward at first but you know you're doing something positive for your health so you just take a deep breath and expose your intimate bits while looking out the window and then you can walk out and get on with your day feeling like you just took care of yourself like a grown up.