I haven’t felt normal for quite a while now. In fact, a few weeks ago I wrote a post about how very not normal I’ve been feeling. But it was just too, too much to publish. Be glad that, for once, better judgment took over. I showed the post to my husband and he said, “I love you. Maybe you should see a counselor.” Then I sent it to someone I trust who is a counselor and she said, “I love you. You should see a counselor. And maybe try antidepressants.” So. I’m going to see a counselor. I have an appointment next week.
I’m nervous about that, mostly because – while I can be incredibly, yea even inappropriately self revealing in print – face to face communication is harder for me. I do not want to spend (mumble mumble) dollars to pass an hour saying, “Yes, I’m okay. Basically. Just a little off. But, you know, I’ll be okay. So can we talk about something else now?” But I can totally see myself doing that. I hope that the counselor has some sort of training, some wizardry or witchcraft that will make talking easier. That’s what they learn in school, right?
Mmmm, that’s really all I have to say at the moment. I just figure, maybe there’s someone else out there who is feeling not normal these days & I want to say, “Hey! Me, too! High five!” Okay, maybe not a high five, but perhaps a virtual hug? If you’re thinking you should see a counselor, why not give it a shot? We can be long distance counseling buddies. Unless it’s terrible and I quit after one session. But I’m doing my very best to go into this with an open mind. I promise.