Welcome! I’m Andi.
I have struggled with various mental health symptoms for most of my life. I’ve been diagnosed with a myriad of interesting things, but my current diagnoses are PTSD and Dissociative Identity Disorder.
I first saw a therapist when I was 16 years old, mostly because my
parents abusers made me go after being discharged from my first psychiatric hospitalization. Then, after four years, that therapist up and moved across the country to change careers, forcing us to end treatment.
Six years passed before I sought out a new therapist, which was mostly motivated by issues at work. I spent one year in therapy with her and then moved to a new city, so I had to end that treatment as well.
Five years later, I finally felt ready to seek out therapy on my own as an informed, autonomous adult. I had a strong sense of what I wanted from therapy and I was committed to facing it head on. I found a lovely therapist that I connected with fairly quickly. We spent a chaotic ten months navigating through the unveiling of my DID and unboxing some pretty horrific trauma. Then, suddenly, she terminated therapy with me.
But now I have a wonderful psychotherapist that I’ve been seeing
once twice three four times a week for about two and a half years. After much searching and false starts, I’ve also found a psychiatrist who is a very good fit (finally!).
This blog is my little part of the matrix to write all about the chaotic, emotional, frustrating, agonizing, painful, rewarding, and overwhelming process of fumbling through therapy.