Month: December 2018

Day 8 of therapy. I had to catch a bus there and I don’t catch buses ever. I hate it! Apparently my driver was outside though I was stood outside for 20 minutes. My anxiety was really bad and I sprayed the seats before I sat down. Got into therapy and get told we’re only there till 12-1 but we had a massive buffet all set up for us, a little laugh, me and Nicole (not real name) exchanges presents. It was the cutest! I brought her make up and she brought me 5 small bottles of wine. I love Nicole. She literally understands me. We had no group today, it was just buffet and Christmas celebration. Day 9 of…

Day 6 of therapy and I’m awake at half 6 in the morning, it’s my birthday may I add. Don’t feel to good today very poorly 🙁 I got picked up by my driver, he turns up with a card bless him. I get to the day hospital and I sign in. Everyone wishes me a happy birthday…. I get a cup of coffee, a double choco Mocca lush may I add. A girl walks in, I will call her Nicole (not her real name) with a big bag saying ‘Happy Birthday Beaut’. 2 bottles of gin, a card and some chocolates. I’ve known this girl 5 days, so sweet of her then! The fire alarm goes off – not impressed…

Not going to lie, I seriously don’t want to go today. My own fault I know, but I’m hungover as hell, it’s 8 o’clock in the morning and 5 cups of coffee still doesn’t cut it. Sitting on my bed just wanting to collapse back into my pillow. I want to go back to bed like now. Bright winter sun yeah brilliant, I just know today isn’t going to go well. Head feels like I have a bass guitar in it. No drinking on a school night in future but surely because my birthday is tomorrow it’s acceptable?…. half 9 and I get the phone call telling me he’s 5 mins away to pick me up. I keep thinking in…

Day 4 of Therapy .. I hate the day already. Not in a good mood this morning. I know I got a phone call yesterday to be outside …. I was outside for half hour freezing my arse off !!! Don’t leave a woman waiting especially in the cold I say !!! 10 o’clock I got picked up …. an hour late. I hate being late I’m sure we had a group about time management Wednesday ?? Can I go home yet ?? Half 10, I get here !! But hmmm… crumpets and a decent cup of coffee may I add. We have drama therapy today. I wonder what that involves one of the patients called me ‘beautiful’ brightens up…

I woke up at 5 to 9 today, a whole 10 mins to get ready – no time for morning coffee today GUTTED. Took detour today, think we are picking someone else up today. I am a little anxious about that, but good old driver knows and keeps me at bay with Christmas songs playing in the car. It gets me excited towards Crimbo. Get here for 9:40, decided not to have coffee this morning, might do in a bit I’ll stick to water I think. Really awful music playing in the background meh!  I had to do an anagram today, could I get it? no, a man got it instead. Wow! talking about car boot sales and some man…

Our Cohort 4 Woman attends community MH therapy sessions for 31 days. She outlines her experience of how this is helpful (or not for her)…. Day 2 of therapy, of what I call HELL 8:45 in the morning …… half hour go get ready I can do this… cup of coffee before I leave it’s actually a nice cup. Now waiting outside waiting for my lift it’s cold how anyone is expected to stand outside in the cold is beyond me. In the car and for god sake I forgot my coffee, looks like another day of shit coffee. My driver is a lovely man in 2 days the only part I enjoy is talking to him at the moment he’s alright for…

Coffee is vile and I’m not good at quizzes. This is not going to go well! 10.35. All I want to do is sleep. I’m the youngest here, everyone else is like in their late 20s. Sitting in a room full of people I don’t actually know does make your anxiety go sky high. Do I look like I want to talk about cars and MOT? I think not. 5 to 11. All I’ve done is sit in silence and drink coffee, even though it’s shit. Two groups – health, lifestyle and communication. And assertiveness, I feel like I’m in school Both an hour long, but the rest of the day just drags….. 2 o’clock. And an hour and a…

After I experienced abuse in my relationship I had to go on a long waiting list for several months until I was offered an appointment with a specialist domestic abuse counselling service in a neighbouring town. The wait was awful, but I was patient. There’s a lot of demand for these services, so I didn’t make a fuss.  I’ve had counselling before, so I was very anxious as I know how it opens up horrible experiences for me and how painful it can be before it starts to be better. Week 1: I finally had my first session, an assessment. This brought the whole abuse stuff back to me, so was tough talking about it and when I left to…