Do you also go to therapy?

The journalist asks, “Who is your favorite person?”; The actress responds, “a year ago I would have told you two or three, but now that I’m going to therapy I’ll tell you that my favorite person is me.” I do not say the name of the artist because in this alarming fashion of presenting selfishness as the maximum achievement of therapy, there is not a day in which we do not come across a new example. The question is whether everyone goes to the same therapist or whether it is a new psychological trend consisting of exacerbating the ego of those who, surely, already have it in enormous quantities. It seems that in those mysterious sessions that healthy discipline of looking outside to rest from ourselves is never considered; What is necessary is the exercise of bending the trunk forward until we reach that amazing spyglass that is the navel to then dive through the deep sea of ​​our own self, where we can find traumas that until now had not tormented us and a catalog of reproaches towards those who raised us or towards those who did not treat us with the consideration that we, projects of genius, deserved.

Until now, there has not been the case of a famous person confessing that after a year of therapy he has come to the crude conclusion that he is an asshole, a fool concerned only with his well-being, his feelings, an expert in making life. impossible for others, incapable of comparing their privilege with the precariousness of others and of considering that what happens to them is just a setback and that life consists of that, of overcoming them. But the terms of mental health have been cheapened to such an extent that anyone suffers from trauma or depression, anyone has been a victim to a greater or lesser degree. Nor has it happened that to the already topical question about therapy, someone responds that if he goes and submits to it it is because he has to curb those impulses of arrogance that made him fearsome to the weakest in the schoolyard.

We wanted to make mental health visible and the result is strange: we only have news of those people who deal with public display, who already enjoying considerable attention are vulnerable to being forgiven for success. With very good judgment, Miguel Mihura invented an illness every time he faced a premiere. Today we talk above all about the mental health of people who have to face neuroses, stress or insecurity, of course, but who are lucky enough to vent their torments through creation, something that is not available to everyone. Nor is it within the reach of everyone to pay for a therapist, and that is the key: outside of private health care are all those who have to be placed on painful waiting lists because the saturated public health system has to prioritize the most serious and the most that they can last a little longer without assistance; There are those who cannot let go of the lacerating trauma; those whose depression does not allow them to get up every morning; There are people who ruminate on their pain on the street because they can’t find anyone to listen to them and who appreciate the silent rejection they provoke in the people they meet; Those who suffer from unwanted loneliness are left out of this supposed conversation about mental health; Mothers and fathers who take care of a schizophrenic child also know the stigma of mental illness. They are people who no one interviews, who do not need to love themselves more but rather that society protects them because they are their weakest link. It is clear that not everyone needs therapy, although if you can pay for it and it benefits you, it is welcome, but it must be clear that by talking about the sessions in public and in the process affirming that you have learned to love yourself, you are not doing social work. but rubbing the back of your insatiable self.