I was never really offered NHS counselling but I was referred to local charities by my GP. The waiting list for those is around 6 months. I was really bad April last year and was a bit naive as I expected to walk straight into counselling. I guess it didn't help that I work Monday-Friday until 5.30pm, which probably added a few months on. I did consider paying to go private but then things picked up slightly and I felt I could hold out for the charity counselling. Luckily, when I was offered the appointments, it was at a time when I was really struggling, so I guess it saved me. I feel it is slowly starting to benefit me, just talking through my problems, as friends can be sometimes passive.
I went out for the first time on an evening in nearly two months last night, with my parents since my dad fell ill. I had to force myself because I like to hibernate and shut the world away. I didn't really want to go but to a point I did enjoy it slightly. However, even just after a couple of pints the depressive thoughts were at the forefront of my mind. I kept thinking about running away and suicide to the point I was almost in a trance. Luckily I could pass it off as being tired. I am aware alcohol is a depressant but I always used to love going out with my parents and drinking a lot cos we had such a wonderful time and so much fun with everyone, so I feel a bit deflated the happiness that it used to bring, never came.
How is everyone this weekend?
PP