Today I finished the first part of my counseling. The second part will actually go into the PTSD. I’m not looking forward to it. The first part has been exhausting and at times brutal but I will say that the counsellor has been beyond amazing and I feel like I’m making progress. She has given me some resources to use over the next few weeks because I’m on a wait list. She’s invited me to be a part of an art therapy group that meets on Thursday nights. After the second part of the counselling is over I will go into the third and final stage with hopes of a life not so wrapped around depression anxiety and fear.
Of course, work continues to be gruelling. My counsellor suggested I buy a box with a lock on it and write down things that I’m either not ready or can’t deal with right now and put it in the box. Finding new work or re-training is going into the lock box. Just not ready right now with all the counselling and changes going on. It’s just too much. But, I do see in the future this is something I want to pursue and see where it leads. I’m pretty sure I want to go into working in palliative care full-time or working for myself, or both. I need to get myself into a better mental state before I can be making major life changes.
As most of you know, I’m back on Facebook. It’s just as crappy as ever. But, it is so nice to see a lot of you and to see my friends and family that I don’t get to see often. My sister’s sister-in-law is expecting a baby any day and I am so excited for her and her partner this is her first but she comes from a family of 10 children herself!
It seems that Norbert’s age is catching up with him. He’s 14 this year. Usually in the spring, his favourite time of the year, he starts to cavort with leaping and prancing and spending most of the day trying to get outside. Mostly he’s just sleeps now. However a few minutes ago when I took the recycling to the road he did try to get out. I dropped the recycling bin very loudly on purpose and that scared him and he ran upstairs. He is still the biggest wimp of a cat that I’ve ever owned. But by god, I love that cat. Right now he’s sitting looking out the window watching his birds.
Well, I have laundry to do. Until next time.