I known I’ve not been around much but I’m afraid the Down Days have been officially winning. I’ll post about it another time. While you’re waiting, I wanted to share a great blog post on accessing therapy and counseling and how tough it is.
Thanks for reading.
The time for my first therapy session came and went. Except, of course, it didn’t. Because since when is anything in life that simple?
I turned up, filled in a form and waited to be called. I got called up by a lovely lady who reminded me of my very dearly missed grandma Pat (in a good way). She took me to a little side room and we spent a moment debating whether it was a pod or a booth (it was definitely a pod). There, she goes through the form I filled out and puts on a serious face.
‘I’m not sure we can take you,’ she says. ‘You see, you needed to score a seven or above in either of these questionnaires and you were at five and six.’ Apparently I’m not anxious or depressed enough to get treated for it.
‘Well, I don’t think the test is…
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