It’s a month since my counselling assessment and I’m still waiting for my first session. I expect to wait another month, until the first week of March, but I haven’t had a letter yet to confirm when that appointment will be. It’s two months since I first went to the GP about my mental health (or 21 months, if I count it from the actual first time I went, but was too anxious to disclose).
Before that first GP appointment, I wrote:
I expect that I will either not be offered any help, or if I am, it will be either antidepressants or a referral for a few sessions of CBT that I may have to wait months for.
The reality hasn’t been that far off my low expectations and I’m starting to wonder why I even bothered. I’m pleased that I’ve been offered integrative counselling, not CBT, but the wait for it to start is draining and I’m ambivalent about the antidepressants after taking them for two months.
At my last appointment, the GP told me to come back in three months, but that I could come back earlier if I needed to. I don’t know what that means though. How bad does it need to be for me to come back? I’m feeling worse again, but then depression does go up and down anyway, and I’m not sure whether I should expect that pattern to be different on medication? And what will the GP have to offer anyway, besides an increased dosage?
I’m also concerned that the Citalopram is now making things worse. I’ve been having night sweats; I get them anyway, but now they’re almost every night. I wake up between 3 and 4am, throwing off soaking bedsheets, slippery with sweat, my heart pounding and feeling terrified. It’s not easy to get back to sleep after that. This leaves me exhausted during the day, exacerbating the feeling of concrete in my limbs.
In seeking professional help, I was under no illusions that I would receive high quality treatment. What I’m surprised to realise now though, is that despite that, I didn’t really have a plan for what I would do when my low expectations were realised. I think I still thought that after trying unsuccessfully to treat myself for so long, professional help would be the answer. I would get help, and although it might take time, I would be moving towards recovery.
Now I’m not so sure. My suicidal ideation has pretty much stopped, which is good, but beyond that I can’t see any real gains. I’m sure that eventually I will get to see a counsellor, but right now I feel isolated and more lost than before seeking help. At least then, I still had my psychological ‘last resort’ of seeking treatment.