Author's Note: So I've finally ventured into the world of Grey's fanfic, which should be interesting. This first chapter is a little bit of fun. The rest will focus on slightly more serious musings, all from Meredith's p.o.v.

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Reasons To Hate Therapy

Reasons to hate therapy, according to Meredith Grey

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Reason Number Ten: Judgmental, superiority complex-having, annoyingly perceptive therapists. I mean, who do they think they are, calling me a coward! I'm not a coward. They don't know anything about me. Besides, aren't they supposed to help you with your problems, not make you feel worse about yourself than you already do? I mean, how is that supposed to help? Damn therapists…

Reason Number Nine: Dr. Hahn is in therapy. She's Cristina's biggest enemy. Cristina hates her. I'm Cristina's person. I'm supposed to hate Hahn and everything she does, right? Hahn is evil, so whatever she does must be evil. In fact, she sees the same therapist as me, which doesn't bode well for my therapist.

Reason Number Eight: It's cutting into my surgery time. I'm missing freaking awesome procedures for these appointments. Not to mention my clinical trial with Derek. I should be out there right now, figuring out how to save lives, not talking about how crappy my day was. Speaking of Derek…

Reason Number Seven: Therapy is Derek's solution. Me being in therapy makes Derek right, and I hate it when he's right. It means that our breakup was my fault. It means I can't trust anyone. It means I can't commit. It means…

Reason Number Six: It's another thing for the nurses to mock me about when they find out, if they haven't already. I can just see it now: did you hear that Dr. Grey is in therapy? I always said she needed professional help… If my interns ever get wind of this, Izzie won't be the only one referred to as the "dud."

Reason Number Five: The therapists' annoying tendency of not telling you the answers. They just expect you to figure everything out yourself. Hello? What do you think I'm doing here? I obviously don't have the answers! It's kind of what I'm paying you for. Sure, they tell you the answers exist on a subconscious level or whatever. Ugh, psych is crap.

Reason Number Four: Therapy is for people with issues. Real issues. I don't have issues… Well, okay, maybe I have slight mommy issues. And daddy issues. And commitment issues. Trust issues… Okay, I have issues! Nobody's perfect.

Reason Number Three: The couch. It's too comfy. It lulls you into a false sense of security. It makes you want to reveal all of your deepest, darkest insecurities, so that they can later be used against you just when you think you're all whole and healed. It's all a part of the therapists' get-rich-quick plan.

Reason Number Two: Therapy is for failures. One thing I'm not is a failure. I don't fail things. Alright, so I technically didn't fill anything out at first on the intern exam and almost had to repeat my year. But I took it for real and I passed! George is the one who failed! Obviously, he should be the one in therapy. What with his failed marriage and his disturbing sex with Izzie… Okay Meredith, don't go there.

Reason Number One: Cristina was right. Therapy sucks.