Reflections

Last Thursday was my final counselling session out of the 6 I was allotted.  At first, it was hard to say if it was helping at all.  During the final session though we reflected on everything that had been said, and she helped me realise that I have made progress.  Nowhere near where I want to or even need to be, but it is progress at least.  I am sorry that it is over now, though.  I wish I had more sessions, but it is not to be.  I cannot afford to go private, so I will have to go back to the NHS and back on the waiting list again.  The wait will probably be long, and when I finally get some sessions, it will be with another new therapist.  It will feel like I am starting over.  Again. I’m not sure if that thought was playing on my …

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