Over the last three years I have dabbled in medication, CBT and group therapy.
I have been signed off work, I have cried relentlessly, slept through alarms and lost count of how many sick days I’ve taken.
I was told that I was one of the “lucky ones”.
Thanks to my postcode I was “fortunate” to have access to these sessions.
Forgive me but being diagnosed with depression, anxiety and post traumatic stress disorder isn’t “lucky”.
For over a month, I have been attending group therapy and for the most part, I think they have helped.
Naturally, some sessions are better than others.
I found out recently however that the sessions will end as of March 2018 due to funding.
I know I should be grateful that I have up until then (I realise that many sufferers haven’t been able to get support) but the feeling of not having a safe place has filled me with dread and anxiety.
Therapy is my calm place. Ironic really.
It’s the one place where I can cry with no judgment.
I’m not sure how to feel but it’s been made clear that it’s unlikely I’ll be given further support once the therapy comes to an end, bar the medication.
Have you any advice?
With Christmas coming up, March will be here in no time so keen to get the wheels in motion.