I had a weird session with my therapist yesterday. Whilst I don’t want to get into specifics, there was a point in the discussion that I thought was really interesting, and kind of reminded me why this man is so perceptive. Sometimes he makes me roll my eyes – everything has to have a deep and meaningful reason to him, which sometimes irritates me slightly – but overall he’s definitely the right therapist for me.
If you’ve been following me on Twitter, you may have heard that I have a new CPN, due to the long-term illness of my previous one (I suspect she’s off with her own version of madness, based on a few factors, but who knows?) Those of you with the password to my previous post (email me or DM me on Twitter if you would like it) will know that there is a shake-up in the psychiatry system meaning that I’m probably going to lose this CPN in the near future too; it’s very frustrating that I’ll be getting a third within maybe eight months or so, but my psychiatrist wanted me to see this woman anyway since she has now reduced my Seroquel intake to a maintenance dose of 300mg, which could potentially have dredged up our old friends of mood instability and psychosis. Better to have someone rather than no one, my consultant suggested. Fair enough.
Anyway. The short version? My new CPN seems nice.
The long version? Let’s see…
I initially started writing this as a full historical post, explaining the development and the nuances of my current political views – but what’s the point of any of that? I’m trying to comment on something current and my feelings on that; the past does not require re-hashing. So let me get to the point.
Last week something nice happened. Not to me specifically, but some things transcend the realms of the personal. Every now and again, I feel proud of my little country, and last Wednesday was one such time.