Recently I have organized long-term counselling, which is going to take a bit of time and money. I had to swallow this and just go for it, because I think that I shouldn’t put a price/time on my mental health. Now that I’m set for some long-term therapy (outside of university), I’ve been feeling pretty happy. Having said that, it’s also a wonderful reminder of everything that’s put me into place right now; a reminder that I have to pay for this out of my own loan/wages and a reminder that my family will not know that I’m undertaking this.

I’m happy to do this, because it is me dealing with my own problems. I have been thinking a lot about my family, my position within this family and my history with this family, and currently I’m perfectly accepting of this as my own situation. I am looking forward to discuss these issues, but they’re not pushing me into depression as they would normally.

I think my point is that simply arranging some support and having it as part of your life can make a splendid difference. I know that I am treating myself with such love, that these issues, that this ‘void’ is almost filled before I’ve started the counselling.