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There seems to be a certain stigma in today’s society associated with going to counseling or seeing a psychiatrist or just doing anything in general to better your mental health. I’m not sure I completely understand why. It might be that some people view it as a sign of weakness or have the misconception that anyone who receives any sort of therapy is “crazy,” but neither of those make much sense to me.

I was chatting with The Cap’n earlier today about this, when I came to the conclusion that a large part of the problem stems from the fact that just about all self-help books have incredibly gay-sounding names. [Note to self: do future post examining why I use “gay” as a derogatory adjective when I don’t have a problem with gay people or homosexuality in general.] At the risk of opening myself up to any views of the aforementioned nature, I’ll go ahead and admit that yes, I have been going to therapy. I’ve actually only been twice so far, but I think it has been and will continue to be helpful to me. Part of my doctor’s orders include reading some of these books. The first two are One Minute for Yourself and Celebrate Your Self.

Come on? How am I supposed to carry around a book with a name like that in public and not expect to be chided for it? What The Cap’n and I came up with is that there need to be a line of manly-sounding self-help books. I went ahead and came up with a couple covers, with more almost certain to come. I think I might be onto something with this.