I have a long history of depression, but have been mostly stable for more than a decade, with the help of anti-depressants.
I've often felt that I would benefit from therapy, but I've never picked up the phone to make an appointment. There is always an excuse - not enough time, not enough money, other things are more important.
And then last week I had a miscarriage. It was awful. And so sad. And it unleashed a lot of emotions. So I made the call.
The first session was this morning. It seems like I might like the woman. And from next week it will be weekly, Wednesday afternoons at 2pm. I'm nervous, but glad i started this. I have a feeling it will be a long journey.