Don`t get me wrong, I am in no way advocating that we drink........we all know that drink remedies no ills, rather it leaves destruction in its wake.
Over a year has passed since I found my way out from alcohol dependency, and I thank my God each and every waking moment for sobriety. But, drunk was kind of comfortable, you know? Well, it was my little hidey-hole if you like.........my wine and I used to sit companionably side by side on a nightly basis, reflecting on my `perfect` life. Sometimes I miss that dependable `friend`, you know?, although, not enough to rekindle the friendship, I assure you.
So, now the wine has gone and so has any misconceptions I held as regards my perfect life.
Anyway, after a considerable time toying with the idea of counselling, and the subsequent wait for my first counselling session, the time is nigh.........Friday lunchtime. Boy, are they going to have their work cut out with this f***ed up woman!!!! :H
Best laugh is.........I do not know what to talk about on Friday, PLUS, I seriously doubt that I will ever feel comfortable enough to share private thoughts and feelings with my counsellor. I guess that in itself is a tricky one.........how can we work on stuff that I don`t put out there to work on.
A perfect example may be my G.P., a lovely woman for whom I have enormous respect, BUT..........she says I am moderately depressed, which I know is not true. I am seriously clinically depressed, trust me, I know what I`m talking about. How could my G.P. misdiagnose the severity of my depression? Simple really..........I never present the real nitty gritty of me to her.
So, if I can`t be an open book, give or take a few pages (lol), is there really any point in my going for counselling? Well, there has to be a point surely..........it`s all I have left at my disposal.
I never expected to find a bed of roses in full bloom when I quit drinking, but nor did I expect that this far down the line in sobriety, would I still be looking for the seeds...........
Star x
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