I saw the psychologist to-day, and we agreed that I can be discharged from the (psychiatric) service. Bittersweet, I guess. I’ve valued our conversations, which have definitely helped me. But it’s good to be making my own way again …
Saw the psychologist again, and was almost embarrassed to report that I’m feeling much better. I’m beginning to deal with stress as a separate entity. Previously, I think that I have seen stress, and everything associated with it as essentially inevitable. But by talking about stress, I’m beginning to recognise that there are occasions when stress definitely rears its ugly head, but can be told to sit down and behave.
Early days, I guess, but happy to be making progress …
