I go through phases of feeling there is really something wrong with me, then changing and wondering if it is all my imagination, if really there is nothing wrong with me and I am making mountains out of molehills. So when the letter finally came to say I had been referred to a clinical psychologist, at a time when (possibly thanks to medication) I have been doing well and been depression-free for some time…well let’s just say it took some convincing for me to actually call up for an appointment.
“We don’t have any appointments free. I will call you when we do.” It was hard enough for me to hear that, but I can’t help imagining how others might feel – people in more desperate situations than me, people more sensitive to “rejection”, people who found it even harder just to make that one call. I can’t believe the government is cutting funding to mental health services and charities when what resources we have are already overworked!
I have since had the afore-mentioned call back and booked an appointment. Once again the appointment is ages away – plenty of time for me to convince myself that nothing is really wrong!
On a side note I watched an interesting film the other about mental ill-health: Spider. It was a good film, and had quite an interesting portrayal of the mental illness of tho protagonist. Has anyone else seen this?
Finally I would like to say a quick hi to PianoMaths *waves* (excuse lack of proper link, its a pain on mobile!). PianoMaths kept me company tonight and convinced me to try sleeping. So now s shall do just night!