We've all been there. Whether due to a particularly bad break-up, a death in the family, or just a general feeling of malaise: You're in a funk and it's incredibly difficult to shake the feeling of sadness no matter how many scoops of ice cream you consume. Usually it's a great idea to get out with your friends and have a little talk therapy.
While it's true that there are some things that a night out with friends can cure, other times it's deeper than that. Of course when you're in the middle of it, it can be difficult to figure out if it's time to hit the couch, or head out for ladies night.
Here are four signs that you need to head to a therapist, and let your friends go back to their day jobs.
1. You Don't Think Anyone Can Help You
If your mood leans more to hopelessness, and less to circumstantial sadness, you need help. If this goes on for two weeks or more, you need to pick up the phone to the therapist -- immediately.
2. You've Told Your Friends the Same Story More Than Twice
Sometimes just getting everything off your chest is the perfect antidote. But if you find yourself repeating the story of how horrible your ex is over and over, it's time to stop looking to your friends. A therapist can help you when you feel like no one can, a friend will just be overburdened by your never ending complaints.
3. No Matter What She Says, You Can't Take Your BFFs Advice
Another sign that it's time to go pro is if you keep rejecting your friend's advice. Especially if her advice is, "Go see a therapist." Being closed down to help is a huge sign that you really, really, need it.
4. Your Friends Aren't Returning Your Calls
If you can't seem to get your go-to friends on the phone anymore (or if you start calling mere acquaintances to tell them how upset you are by losing your job), you may have exhausted your friend's ears. Everyone has their limits, and you need to respect those limits or risk losing a friendship. The next call you make should be to a therapist, not the lady you met in line at the 7-11.
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