Not cuts to my skin but cuts to my services. My (much needed) therapy sessions have been cut back to what seems to be review sessions. I am not happy about this. I'm not happy full stop, I need the help these sessions give me. At the moment my best hope is a charity that has offered me counselling with a volunteer which I've decided to give a go but I'm cynical. The NHS has my history, my notes, my therapist knows how to deal with me and I worry that a counsellor wouldn't. It has not been an easy week.
Anyway, the cutting of my therapy has tipped me over the edge into making an appointment with my GP about getting on the meds. Such fun. My mum's asked me whether I'm going to ask for something for my anxiety or depression, as if I can't have both. This, ironically, has made me more anxious. What to do? I'm hoping I'll get someone who is sympathetic and will talk to me about options, generally those working at my surgery are nice people who try and give you options. We'll see. Appointment's on Tuesday.
Anyway, the cutting of my therapy has tipped me over the edge into making an appointment with my GP about getting on the meds. Such fun. My mum's asked me whether I'm going to ask for something for my anxiety or depression, as if I can't have both. This, ironically, has made me more anxious. What to do? I'm hoping I'll get someone who is sympathetic and will talk to me about options, generally those working at my surgery are nice people who try and give you options. We'll see. Appointment's on Tuesday.
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