Hello
Checking back into my thread for an update.
I know I haven't been around to support others and I apologise for that. It's been as much as I can do to get myself backwards and forwards to uni and get the assignments in. The workload is immense and everyone on my course (bar one or two) is stressed out and struggling. I've had a lot of downs and a few ups but I'm coping ok - now I've made the decision to look after myself and let go of trying to be such a perfectionist. I made a conscious decision to prioritise my health and well-being over passing the course - which immediately made me feel so much better about things.
Anyway, just wanted to post about seeing the CBT counsellor at uni for my 15 minute follow up today, which is such a cruel, cruel system. I went in, anxious as usual about baring all to someone. She asked how things were going and I explained how high my anxiety levels have been but how I've had an attitude shift this week and am feeling more positive although I'm still having a lot of symptoms - difficulty sleeping, anxiety attacks, low mood, tearful etc.
She offered me some more sessions - I think it's 4 and said that she'd arrange it with one of the trainees. That's when my heart sank and I got very worried - I'm sure the trainees are nice and good at what they do but they'll be inexperienced and I've had CBT from inexperienced practitioners before and wasn't impressed to say the least. I told her that I was worried about seeing someone without experience.
So, to her credit, she offered to see me herself and we've set up an appointment for a couple of weeks time. And then she said she wanted to show me some anxiety tools and showed me an iPhone app that was just totally inappropriate for me - it wasn't what I need at all and I know it wasn't her fault but it made me feel completely misunderstood and that the whole CBT thing isn't going to work for me. I felt like crying but our 15 minutes was up and so I held it in and she noticed that I'd got quiet and stressed but had to end the session anyway. On the way out she reminded me how strong I was because I was here and I agreed with her that I know I'm strong because if I wasn't I really wouldn't be here now.
Then I went and cried in the toilets. My hands were shaking and I felt so much worse than when I went in.
However... I then went into town, rang my sister for a chat, had a coffee, got my haircut and I feel ok. I've booked myself in for a massage tomorrow too.
So, it hasn't totally thrown me off kilter but it was really upsetting. 15 minute sessions just don't seem right to me.
I do know that I really really want to find a new therapist for longer term depth work. And I will work out a way to pay for it and set it up for after Christmas hopefully... I'll probably check in here again for moral support when it comes to finding someone because I'll probably chicken out again!
So that's me