I have found myself thinking about Margaret Lindsley a lot these days. I really wish I could have called her when the shit hit the fan around this time last year but from what the public record shows, Pegi (as she liked to be called when we met) got out of counseling back in 2022. She was the one who got me started with dream analysis, assured me that the discovery that I was having precognitive dreams wasn’t a one-way ticket to a mental institution and encouraged me to stick with it, even though my first instinct was to run like hell. She helped me in other ways too, always encouraging me to deal directly with those things that frightened me the most and made it abundantly clear that I didn’t need to keep the abusive behavior of others towards me a secret. If we could have talked over the course of this past year, “I’m pretty certain things would have been different.”
But… Things are what they are, and Pegi is living a justly deserved Brian free life. And… Looking back on our sessions, “She’s earned it!”
In a way, if what I read in the public record is accurate, I’m thinking my old therapist got out at just the right time. I can’t imagine that she was pleased with what her profession has become. Of course, I could be wrong on that. But… Somehow, “I don’t think I am.”
I’m pretty sure, too, that she would fully understand my desire to push for a major cleanup of the bad actors in the Mental Health industry, making it into a profession that people can actually trust. You can’t clean up the stigma surrounding mental health when you are actively taking advantage of people struggling with their mental health, “All for the sake of your own bottom line and other twisted agendas!”
How to do it though, is the question. Am I strong enough to do it right now? “That’s definitely a good question.”
What to do to gather enough strength in order to spearhead a mass overhaul of a profession who is run in my view like a dirty police department? Well… “I’m still sleeping on that.”
But I do know one thing. After the clusterfuck I’ve been subjected to by mental health professionals, starting on a personal level at the hands of my dear sweet neighbor in April of last year, I will find a way to force a clean up of the mental health profession.
You don’t get the right to claim you care about people professionally when you contribute to the pain of people personally in your spare time and deliberately do nothing to make amends for it once you’re aware of the hurt you’ve caused. No person that does such a thing deserves any licensing in the mental health profession or in the health profession, period. “There’s no excuse for it if you are truly a caring person!”
The scum needs to go. We don’t need therapists out there who are so fucked up they refuse to make amends for the harm they’ve cause, if they are truly sorry about the hurt they’ve inflicted on other people. We don’t need therapists and other mental health professionals out there who treat people on Medicare and or Medicaid like worthless commodities, only putting real effort into people who have better insurance. And… Uhm… No! “We don’t need therapists who joined the profession because they have an axe to grind and or a Woke agenda to promote at the expense of another’s mental health issues!”
I know that someone who’s a licensed clinician out there is reading this right now who hates me. They’ve made that pretty clear through their actions over this past year. They obviously lack the maturity and courage to make things right.
I’m no angel for the way I handled things on my end. I will concede that. But they clearly haven’t figured out yet, “They aren’t without fault, either!”
But that’s ok because they, along with their friends and other idiots in the profession who’ve managed to protect them thus far, have given me a new cause in life to take on. Due in part to their actions, I’ve grown to hate the Mental Health profession, “Way more than any one jerkoff in the field could ever hate me.”
This isn’t over. This is far from over. But while it’s highly likely I will personally never ever fully trust another mental health professional ever again, “I will find a way to force the profession to earn its so-called legitimacy!”
I may destroy myself in the process. But at least I’ll go down fighting for something that will truly help millions. “It is the next right thing to do.”