Today is a bit of a special day here on Lifestyle Counter in that, instead of my usual beauty, design, photography (etc.) related topics, you are in for a #DearDiary, personal type of post (if you are a regular reader you probably know that these, normally, don’t make much of an appearance – but sometimes a girl’s gotta vent/ share, right?).
If you have been following me for a while, you may have read my Goals (& Goal Progress Diary) for 2015. Now, I know I haven’t lived up to my word re: the Progress Diary monthly update part, but I have been working towards most of my goals and will be posting a cumulative update ASAP. That said, today’s post is specifically related to Goal No. 2 (a.k.a. deal with any and all psychological issues).
You may remember me mentioning that, these last few years, I have found myself getting increasingly restless and unhappy with my life and that the Greek financial crisis (which has taken quite a toll and is making things increasingly difficult for everyone, me and my family included) has not helped things. I have been trying to tackle my issues alone – put on a brave face and laugh pretending not to have a care in the world but, long story short, it just ain’t working. I’m not even enjoying the things I love anymore, so… today is my first ever appointment with a counselor.
Which brings us to the gist of this post: I am terrified. Ever since I booked the darn thing, about a week ago, I’ve been wondering what the hell I’m gonna say – and debating whether my problems are “real” or just ridiculous little ideas floating around in my self- indulgent head. I keep having this mental image of my doctor falling asleep on me…
… or thinking I’m a sorry excuse for a human being and should just deal with things instead of wasting her time (which might indeed be better spent with people battling actual mental problems like anxiety disorder or depression, for instance).
Since Lifestyle Counter is not that kind of blog (and I already feel weird talking to you about this, instead of something interesting, pleasing or uplifting) I will not blabber on and on. I was just hoping to maybe get some feedback and/ or a reassuring word – to tide me over to my doctor’s appointment, later this afternoon.