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Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT). Statistically proven. It works.


Back when I was relying on mostly medication therapy to control my symptoms I was introduced to a good therapist that I immediately trusted. Don't get me wrong. She could be tough and challenged me at times,  but I recognized that she had a good heart when I first met her and was very smart.

 

She had me do some worksheets that I recognized as Cognitive Behavioral Therapy techniques.  I knew from my own previous personal research that CBT was proven statistically to actually work to improve the well being of persons like me that suffer from mental illness.


She had copied the worksheets down from a book she had in her office and I made a mental note of the author's name to look it up in the library or on Amazon if need be. She told me that she herself lives by the stuff in that book so I was sold. It's like finding a financial adviser you can trust. They're the ones that have you invest in the same assets that they are personally invested in? Always a good sign.

Anyway, after I noticed that the worksheets really did improve my well being and that I was making measured progress toward my stated goals, I bought the book and now I too use it "religiously" as part of my treatment plan. 


Here's the link to that book that I use just to give you an idea what's out there. Again I'm not trying to sell you anything here. Just letting you know that this works for me in conjunction with my long time compliance with medication therapy.



 
 
 

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