On Counselling

The thoughts I had before embarking on counselling sessions:

1. Feel this is a monumental experience that will either make or break the rest of my life
And
2. Immediately feel I’m fine now and I don’t need to talk to anyone
Anxiety (=fear) really does drive you to think the worst, doesn’t it?
I have now had two months of weekly counselling sessions and:
1. It will not break, it will make
And
2. You are not fine, and that’s ok. Once you start talking you will feel differently about those experiences you are ashamed, scared and unsure of. Then you can begin to move on.


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The Concept of Happiness


There are a few people I follow on Instagram who claim to be happy. Over the last few weeks I have come to think how are they happy? How do you be happy?
I am happy in moments, but my fine grip on routine and consistency means everything is fraught with worry. Recognising when I am in a moment of happiness is all well and good but then I ask what about, what if, what happens after etc.
It’s amazing to think of people being consistently happy. Living every day on an even keel. I cannot imagine the confidence that would give you. In fact, it makes me a little afraid to think about being happy. What if you lose it again? How difficult is it to keep a hold of?
I imagine happiness on a weekly, monthly basis must be normal. To be in a state of not thinking about the pitfalls. A person safely lodged into their own routine, amongst their friends, doing their own thing.

Any thoughts on this? How do you feel about being happy?


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