...and I'm officially at the severe end of the depression scale. Yes I saw the councillor today. After being interrogated for over an hour, I was told that I am pretty well fucked up. Not in exactly those terms obviously. As a result I will now have to see a psychiatrist. There are also various other help groups that I have to go to as well.
I am really beat up about this. I knew I was ill but it's a shock to find out just how ill. And the thought of having to see a psychiatrist absolutely terrifies me. Why I don't know. But I almost wish I'd never gone. Almost.
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Well, I for one am glad you went and found out the truth - which is that you are very unwell and need professional help. My only worry is that the whole timescale for treatment seems slow to me, but then mental health has always been the "Cinderella" branch of the NHS.
Don't worry - all because you're going to get professional help doesn't mean we'll stop talking/ listening/ dragging you out to play, etc. You don't escape from us that easily mate!
It was good to see you this afternoon too.
Indeed. You are always, and I mean always welcome around here. Both Param and I have really got to know the real Ant over the last couple of weeks and you are a lovely bloke and a good friend.
We are only a phone call away.
Ant, your balls are THIS BIG.
Don't beat yourself up too much. It takes a special kind of courage to seek the kind of help that you have done. Now, you're going to have access to a professional service, with educated people who are far better equipped to help you.
Good on ya. I think you've already taken the most difficult steps.
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