A year review of mental health
It was one year ago this defining moment in my life happened:
"I went to my therapy appointment this morning, and arrived 15 minutes early. I saw my therapist as I was walking from the parking lot (she was walking in the building too) and said 'hi'. I went to the bathroom and then the waiting room, checked in at reception, and proceeded to wait 45 minutes (15 minutes before the appointed time, and 30 minutes after the appointed time). I eventually got fed up and left. What kind of professional makes their first appointment of the day wait more than half an hour, of only an hour (if that) appointment? Argh! "
So, it's been a year since I've been in any kind of counselling. Whether I should be in counselling or not, that's debatable.
On one hand, I'm not bingeing, starving, or having any food/weight issues. I've come to accept my body as it is, and am fine if my weight fluctuates. I am able to physically do everything I want to do, from long walks with the dogs to swimming in the summer. I am able to eat a variety of foods without feeling guilty about my choices. I smile at myself each time I look in the mirror. AND, I haven't cut since.... May 25 this year. However, I'm not about to say I'm an ex-cutter, because we all know how it just takes one thing to go back to old ways that are just as natural as breathing.
On the other hand, I had quite a bit more hair at this point last year. While I was wearing a bandana most of the time at that point, I still had most of my hair with the exception of a couple bald spots. This year, I have no hair, and I probably pull more than I did before. That said, I am a lot more comfortable with my trichotillomania this year than last year. I am bald, but I don't wear a wig. I do still wear hats and scarves to keep my head covered, but it's not in hopes that people won't notice I have no hair.
Looks like I managed a lot of personal growth in the mental health department.
"I went to my therapy appointment this morning, and arrived 15 minutes early. I saw my therapist as I was walking from the parking lot (she was walking in the building too) and said 'hi'. I went to the bathroom and then the waiting room, checked in at reception, and proceeded to wait 45 minutes (15 minutes before the appointed time, and 30 minutes after the appointed time). I eventually got fed up and left. What kind of professional makes their first appointment of the day wait more than half an hour, of only an hour (if that) appointment? Argh! "
So, it's been a year since I've been in any kind of counselling. Whether I should be in counselling or not, that's debatable.
On one hand, I'm not bingeing, starving, or having any food/weight issues. I've come to accept my body as it is, and am fine if my weight fluctuates. I am able to physically do everything I want to do, from long walks with the dogs to swimming in the summer. I am able to eat a variety of foods without feeling guilty about my choices. I smile at myself each time I look in the mirror. AND, I haven't cut since.... May 25 this year. However, I'm not about to say I'm an ex-cutter, because we all know how it just takes one thing to go back to old ways that are just as natural as breathing.
On the other hand, I had quite a bit more hair at this point last year. While I was wearing a bandana most of the time at that point, I still had most of my hair with the exception of a couple bald spots. This year, I have no hair, and I probably pull more than I did before. That said, I am a lot more comfortable with my trichotillomania this year than last year. I am bald, but I don't wear a wig. I do still wear hats and scarves to keep my head covered, but it's not in hopes that people won't notice I have no hair.
Looks like I managed a lot of personal growth in the mental health department.