Ugh, had a bit of a crap day today. Went for counselling cos of my 'issues'. Given the nature of the NHS and my financial situation, i.e. I can't afford private therapy, I've had to wait since May for an appointment. Anyway, this is how it went (behind cut for those who don't want to read about my emotional fuckuppery.
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just when you think it's safe to think you're getting better... )
Sorry to rant. I just wanted you to know that you're not alone in your situation. I'm glad you got your appointment and that the counselling was productive. I went to counselling about 5 years ago (I think I only went 4 times) and I did not find it useful, but I think that's due to the woman I got. She was very unresponsive to anything I said, and at the time I was looking for a quick fix. Now I know it doesn't work like that.
I, too, put WAY too much pressure on myself. It's a rare art, having a 'who gives a fuck' attitude and still achieving something in life. I can only assume that like any other illnesses, we will eventually be cured.
Till then: chin up, doll! *hugs*
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I understand completely about being afraid to come off meds. I've been on SSRI's since my marriage ended 3 years ago, but I'm trying to come off them now. I'm fed-up of being medicated; I just want to feel 'normal' again, whatever that is.
Yeah, it's hard being someone who gives a fuck, and hard being someone who puts so much pressure on themselves. I just put it down to being a creative perfectionist! But you know, I wouldn't change who I am, despite all that. If someone said to me - I can cure you but you wouldn't have your creativity anymoore, I'd say, no thanks. So yeah, it's not all bad :-)
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