23rd of October 2018
Today marks the last of my 15 sessions with a local suicide counselling centre.
As I was leaving the reception area I turned and thanked the lovely lady whom every time I entered, asked if I wanted a tea or a coffee. I thanked her for what she was doing and for being so kind. As I approached the door I turned and gave my therapist a good decent hug. I thanked her quietly in her ear as I gave her a gentle squeeze.
I left the reception, walked down the stairs and out the main door to my car. I got in, closed the door and put my drivers seat back as far as it would go. A wave of emotion came over me. I put my head in my hands and I cried.
I cried a hard cathartic cry…
Very aware of why I was here and what lead me to being here in my car at this moment in time… In the carpark of a Suicide Prevention and Counselling Centre. It’s been… How long… My therapist was awesome…. In that she spread out my last sessions… Talked about plans going forward etc.