that only two or three weeks ago, i was actually a little disturbed by how OK i was. i was sad about being happy. i was feeling bad about feeling ok.
I talked a while ago on the other blog about the waiting list for counselling. (for those who can't be bothered to click the link, i'll summarise thus: it's ridiculously long.) at the weekend, i received a letter asking me to have a screening appointment either over the phone or in person.
i went along today. apparently the guy i met has been asked to screen the waiting list, to make sure that the people on it a) still want to be on the list and b) couldn't be supported or dealt with in a different way.
apparently i definitely belong on the list.
on the bright side, apparently somewhere around half the people screened so far have dropped off the list for various reasons; either they don't need support any more, or they're going to get some other kind of help. so i guess i'll be getting help sooner.
doesn't help me right now. but still. yay?