Psychologist

I have my last appointment with my local Psychologist today. I have been blessed to have been referred to a very caring and professional  young woman.

No I'm not crazy. I'm just unwell.

The Psychologist was actually my idea. I went to my local Dr. and asked to be put on a Medicare  funded "Mental Health Plan". This plan enabled me to see a Psychologist for six sessions which have all been paid for by Medicare. 

I didn't go to be told I am not really ill or that if I think differently I can cure myself. 

I went to get coping tools to help me live a better quality of life. To not be afraid of the times of debilitating pain and illness. To be able to rise above the inevitable storms and depression that come with any chronic illness.

I've learn't to "ride the wave" when life seems overwhelming. To know that tomorrow will be a new day, and that no matter how high and ferocious the wave is, it will eventually break and gently slide up the shore before receding out of my life.

Hoc quoque transibit - This too shall pass

This lovely young woman used "Scheema" based Conitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) to help me to recognise that when under stress I was reverting back to patterns of behaviour learnt in childhood. In recognising these patterns I have been able to challenge them and choose other, more constructive ways of coping. I know this will hold me in good steed as I manoeuvre through the ups and downs of my trip.