At the time before I had reached out to my counselor and psychiatrist, I had taken for granted the severity of mental disorders such as the depression that I was struggling with and there effect on the minute details of my life. It was something that I believed that I could deal with on my own, and the ordeal was something that a textbook could not teach. However, since my experience, I now know the importance psychiatric doctors can have on someone. My psychiatrist did not see me as just a patient the way other doctors may have going through senseless protocol and standard procedures, but as an individual who was in need of guidance through a difficult time that I did not fully understand. He seemed to genuinely care about what I was going through and displayed a level of understanding and empathy toward what I was feeling in far greater quantities than I had hoped. I was not just briefly interrogated about my thoughts and feelings and then handed a prescription as I imagined, but I was questioned intricately with thoughtfulness and reassurance, as someone would do with someone who is deeply cared about. Even far after my thoughts and feelings of isolation and depression had left me, I still visited the behavioral clinic on my accord just to talk
At the time before I had reached out to my counselor and psychiatrist, I had taken for granted the severity of mental disorders such as the depression that I was struggling with and there effect on the minute details of my life. It was something that I believed that I could deal with on my own, and the ordeal was something that a textbook could not teach. However, since my experience, I now know the importance psychiatric doctors can have on someone. My psychiatrist did not see me as just a patient the way other doctors may have going through senseless protocol and standard procedures, but as an individual who was in need of guidance through a difficult time that I did not fully understand. He seemed to genuinely care about what I was going through and displayed a level of understanding and empathy toward what I was feeling in far greater quantities than I had hoped. I was not just briefly interrogated about my thoughts and feelings and then handed a prescription as I imagined, but I was questioned intricately with thoughtfulness and reassurance, as someone would do with someone who is deeply cared about. Even far after my thoughts and feelings of isolation and depression had left me, I still visited the behavioral clinic on my accord just to talk