But, ineffably, psychotherapy heals. It makes some sense of the confusion, reins in the terrifying thoughts and feelings, returns some control and hope and possibility of learning from it all. Pills cannot, do not, ease one one back into reality; they only bring one back headlong; careening, and faster than can be endured at times. Psychotherapy is a sanctuary; it is a battleground; it is a place that I have been psychotic, neurotic, elated, confused, and despairing beyond belief. But, always, it is where I have believed – or have learned to believe – that I might someday be able to contend with all of this.
No pill can help me deal with the problem of not wanting to take pills; likewise, no amount of psychotherapy alone can prevent my manias and depressions. I need both. It is an odd thing, owing life to pills, one’s own quirks and tenacities, and this unique, strange, and ultimately profound relationship call psychotherapy.
- Pg. 89, An Unquiet Mind, ISBN – 978-0-679-76330-7, Kay Redfield Jamison