Today I'll be going to my second counseling appointment.
Is that too personal? Should I keep that to myself?
I wasn't going to mention it on this very public blog, for fear of catty comments from the peanut gallery. And frankly, it really is no one's business but my own. But then I recalled all the emails and messages I've received from people who could relate to my posts about depression, and that it helped them to know that someone else felt the same. So why stop now?
I meant to go into counseling about 5 years ago. There are many years of events and issues that have built up in a very bad way. Put 'em together with present ones and, as you've read, I hit a breaking point. Not so good, Al.
Will it help? I can't be sure. But it's worth a shot. Some people swear by it. Putting everything out there to a stranger with no opinions, no bias, and no judgement? Yeah. I'm in. Luckily she's well-stocked with Kleenex.
Thankfully, after this particular session, I'll be meeting up with friends for a night of fun. It's all part of my "Awesometastic New Year o' Bein' Happy".
With that, I leave you all with one of my favourite songs. I may not be a huge Rolling Stones fan necessarily, but the songs I likes? I likes 'em a lot.