Moving on ...

Tuesday's visit to the Counsellor was fine ... all things present and correct, and yours truly making good progress. Emotional knocks are incredibly difficult to recover from, primarily because you find yourself in a state of denial about the situation you are in. Once you recognise the knock for what it is, recognise that further efforts are mainly futile, and realise that you have 'been here before,' things start to get a little easier, and you can take the first step to recovery.

For me that was about eight weeks ago, but taking that first step is incredibly hard: your feet are stuck to the ground as if held by treacle, and the effort is paralysing. You know you want to do it, you know you need to do it, but you are in such an entropic state that 'tomorrow' is always the preferred option. Still, I'm getting there, slowly, and just being here is a help ... to write about it, to express my feelings ... that is a part of the healing process.

I'll think of something more interesting to write next time, less moribund, and without the company of Maude and Lynne. Those two ladies seem to hang around a lot when you are down, watching your every move, castigating you for every optimistic thought. Harridans, the pair of them ...