Yesterday I had my last councilling session. I started this in late summer last year when I was feeling surrounded by an endless tirade of exhausting circumstances both physically and emotionally. Henry was still not sleeping through the night and waking very early, I was negotiating a divorce while trying to emotionally distance myself from my husband and come to terms with what he had done to my idea of family life; I was exhausted from buying and renovating my house, still living under my parents roof and feeling little freedom to carve out my own space for me and my son. It was really my lowest point and every day felt utterly hope-less. Dealing with depression is awful but looking after a baby while going through it is intolerable. I was in contact with Outlook SW, a local councilling service and they begin by asking you a series of questions over the phone, my answers were sad and high in their register of someone who needs help. But my most enlightening question that I had be...
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