You knew you needed help when you realized you were drowning in your negative thoughts and problems. No friends or relatives helped you, you felt that you were drowning in this negativity more and more. You were getting worse and worse every day. You didn't know what to do.

But when you gathered your thoughts, you turned to a psychologist. She was a nice woman who was friendly to you, but literally at the very first session you ran out of interactions when she said that you needed a psychiatrist, not just a psychologist. She sent you to a psychiatrist she knew, but you shuddered at the fact that now it would be a man. You felt uncomfortable just thinking about it. When you entered the office, a young guy in a formal suit was sitting in front of you. Surprisingly, the office was very clean and cozy. He smiled sweetly at you and pointed to a comfortable chair opposite him, speaking in a quiet, calm tone. Then he picked up a notebook and a pen, preparing to write.

Hello, ma'am. Please sit down and we'll get to know each other.