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Gads, I'm getting lazier and lazier about updating this journal. Partly I just feel I have nothing interesting to say, and partly I'm lazy and can't always think clearly.
So.. my exciting life has been a round of doctor, psychology and Occupational Health appointments, with some nice things occasionally in between.
It's funny how people have such different ideas and opinions about my mental health. One doctor thinks I'm doing not too badly and should just keep taking the meds; another GP is shocked that I haven't been referred to psychiatry; the psychologist thinks it's that my negative internal voice is too strong and has given me some boring cognitive based homework to do; the OH doctor felt that being of Jewish background was relevant, in terms of being only one generation removed from the Holocaust.
Meanwhile my mother has been suggesting frequently of late that hypnotherapy might be a good thing. Actually, she seems to have rather a bee in her bonnet about it, even offering to help with the cost. Today I visited her and asked her why she thought it would help. She mumbled something about finding out the cause of my depression. I found this rather strange - I've always taken the line with her that it's biochemical, but she obviously feels it isn't. And I've no idea what she expects me to find. I keep wondering "Does she know something I don't?". Feeling a bit strange about this. Maybe I should stop over-analyzing and shut the fuck up and learn to just get on with it. Hmmmm...
So.. my exciting life has been a round of doctor, psychology and Occupational Health appointments, with some nice things occasionally in between.
It's funny how people have such different ideas and opinions about my mental health. One doctor thinks I'm doing not too badly and should just keep taking the meds; another GP is shocked that I haven't been referred to psychiatry; the psychologist thinks it's that my negative internal voice is too strong and has given me some boring cognitive based homework to do; the OH doctor felt that being of Jewish background was relevant, in terms of being only one generation removed from the Holocaust.
Meanwhile my mother has been suggesting frequently of late that hypnotherapy might be a good thing. Actually, she seems to have rather a bee in her bonnet about it, even offering to help with the cost. Today I visited her and asked her why she thought it would help. She mumbled something about finding out the cause of my depression. I found this rather strange - I've always taken the line with her that it's biochemical, but she obviously feels it isn't. And I've no idea what she expects me to find. I keep wondering "Does she know something I don't?". Feeling a bit strange about this. Maybe I should stop over-analyzing and shut the fuck up and learn to just get on with it. Hmmmm...