CBT arrives
More therapy comes my way.
I was first promised CBT (Cognitive Behavioural Therapy) from the NHS in August 2005, but as we know they love their waiting lists. It took until last week for them to get back to me and give an appointment. The first of which I had yesterday and is looking kinda promising. The pay as you go counselling I had been having I stopped a while ago because it was too much just like a cosy chat, I need someone a bit more aggressive. I’ve gotten another woman, but this NHS specimen is a total battle-axe, she remind s me of a school head-mistress. Scary! Don’t get me wrong, she’s considerate and understanding. It’s a good mix so i’m positive she might have more luck encouraging me to face my fears. CBT’s all about exposure and shitz, that you have to force yourself to do the stuff you can’t stomach to condition your brain not to become anxious.
I don’t like it! But I have to 
