April 22, 2025
By Emily Brooks

I’ve been avoiding my psychiatrist. Not physically, but emotionally.

I’ve been seeing him every 2-3 months for my ADD and for my Adderall prescription, but there’s something I haven’t been honest with him about.

Two years ago, I got divorced. And for some reason, I just didn’t want to deal with it. I didn’t want to sit in that room with him and have to answer all the questions I knew were coming about it. So, I never told him.

Every time he asks me how things are going with my husband, I just smile and say, “Great. Everything’s fine.” It’s a lie, but it’s easier than facing the truth.

I know it’s messed up. I know I’m supposed to be honest with him, especially since he’s there to help me, but I can’t bring myself to talk about it. I’m not ready to confront all of it—at least not with him. Not yet.

So here I am, continuing the routine of seeing him, answering questions with half-truths, hiding a part of myself that feels too raw to face.

I guess I’m just trying to keep it together, even if it means keeping this one thing to myself.