Well here we are folks, back sitting in my favorite coffee shop, hot chocolate by my side and a bowel of monkey fuel to my left (their version of porridge). I’ve just finished my session with my counselor and I feel like an end of a season is approaching.
I’ve been in counselling for just over 2 years now, something I’m thankful to look back on. I’ve seen three different people in those years, all with their own style and approach to the problems I bring with me to the sessions. The time and caring nature those people have brought to my life is something I’m incredibly grateful for. They have all truly gone above and beyond for me.
I’m sat here, calm and content.
I truly believe my time seeing someone might be up. Continue reading “Here I am”
Today has by far been to most painful day I’ve experienced in a while.
On Tuesday’s I spend the beginning of my day in counselling. I’ve been having sessions for just over a year now and has always been a bit iffy from the very start.
I guess I never really wanted to see a councilor, in fact I fought it for a long time. In my eyes, only depressed business people saw counselors and that you would be sitting on a lonely couch in a sterile room as some shrink asked you how you felt when your cat died last year. None of this sounded appealing to me in the slightest.
But when I went to see my GP about my eating issues she had to refer me on to an organisation called CAMHS, the NHS’s child and adolescent mental health service. Continue reading “When the ground falls.”