He continued to make a case for why I should see one, going on about how marriage counseling helped him and my mom. He probably has no clue that I wish I had gone to one ten years ago, and have been wanting to for the past six months. He also still doesn't know that my job situation is only one of my many problems. I didn't really need convincing.
At the risk of making my religious beliefs (or lack thereof) obvious, I made a point to ask him not to send me to a Christian therapist. I would not put up with being forced to listen to a person babble on about the Bible and trusting God.
I just hope I don't get put on medication again. I really don't want it. I just want to talk about my issues, and maybe gain back a little confidence in myself. I'm nervous, but I want to give therapy a chance. We'll see how it goes.