Facing first steps
As hard as writing yesterday’s post was, visiting a GP and discussing my mental health was a whole lot harder.
It was helped by an evening out on the coast with Wifey and baby last night, looking over the calm sea with some fish and chips. Baby was on fantastic form, smiling and gurgling and we got some excellent pictures of us all. For an hour or so everything else disappeared and we sat by the sea enjoying the moment, something which has been so rare recently.
Today it’s back to reality, talking about my problems, fears and worries with a stranger. The doctor listened and we talked, the way we discussed things made me feel more confident in myself and I was able to be open and honest and didn’t feel judged. We talked about a lot in only 15 minutes, about me and the options that were available.
We decided to put my name on a waiting list (3 – 4 months) for therapy, and take a prescription home and talk to Wifey about taking medication. I’ll have another appointment in two weeks to see how I’m doing.
I got home and there were a few tears from me, and I decided I should use the prescription and start the pills. Wifey is going to the pharmacy today for me.
I did not expect this blog to be about a depressed dad making a mess of things, but here we are. But maybe things would have been even worse if I wasn’t putting my thoughts here.