Feeling disappointed

The first thing that I did when I got out of the hospital in November was to sort out being referred to get some therapy for my grief. As at that point I had seen just how my brain could do substantial damage if I didn’t address this situation. My GP was more than happy to do this for me and then it became all about waiting to move up the queue.

With the world also in the middle of a pandemic and lots of people dying at the same time, I knew that there would be a high demand for this service so the wait would belong. At the beginning of January, I got a telephone appointment to be assessed for the service and so that they would know what my situation was and what to do for me.

In the assessment, I made it clear that I didn’t want a therapist who specialised in CBT, because of how my bipolar brain thinks CBT is not effective because my brain does not think in the patterns that CBT is aimed at dealing with. I also explained the complexity of my situation and hoped that they would assign me someone suitable to help me.

Then came the wait, until two weeks ago when I got a letter asking me to call to make an appointment.
I did just that and was shocked that I could get an appointment the next week, so I was excited and a bit apprehensive but knew that this needed doing. I put plans in place for all the eventualities that I could think of because I didn’t know…