I saw my counsellor today.

When I wheeled in, I noticed a box of tissues on the side table. I asked if they were for the clients to dry their eyes.

She looked at me and nodded slowly

By the end of the 50 minutes,  and for the first time, I was  using one of those same tissues.

I have to fill in the same questionnaire every week, and essentially it’s to find out how suicidal you are ( without actually saying it ).

I can’t ever remember how I scored myself the last time, but today I did know that my responses weren’t exactly positive.

After reading the form, Charlotte  said that she would have to  phone my GP straight away to alert her of my ‘at risk’ status.

My doctor called my mobile shortly after.

Things really aren’t too rosy.

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