How I did it: I admit I didn't find a therapist on my own - Oh, well, I searched but nobody had any room for me.
It ended in the emergency room and I got sent to a psychiatric clinic for 10 days.
I was in a pretty bad shape when I got there and nothing really happened, but I had time to think about what I want to do with my life and realized what possibilities are open for me, what I actually have to lose and at my final appointment with the doctor I didn't even recognize myself.
Man, was I motivated. I hardly listened to the doctor when she told me to make a back-up plan because things aren't always easy-cheesy and work just as I imagine them.
I learned that the hard way after getting out and back into my daily routine with absolutely no changes.
But I learned some things and I'm back in therapy once a week and it helps. Talking does magic, especially if you can do it without having to worry about consequences, people judging you or spilling secrets. Read how I did it… 4 months ago