Therapy Bits

My mental health is not great at the moment. I missed my apt with Dr. Barry yesterday, but not because I wanted to, it was because I could not get a taxi. Yes, can you believe it? There were no cabs available to take me to my appointment.

So that made me even more depressed than I already was. I needed to see her.

I lay in bed and tried to sleep, since I have not been getting good sleep lately either. I did sleep a little, but I was mostly thinking, and thinking, about too much stuff. Stuff that I have no control over.

My mood hasn’t really improved today. However I did get another appointment to see Dr. Barry, but it isn’t until October 22nd.

In the mean time I have the support of my community mental health nurse Sarah, and my therapist Eileen.

Sarah called me this morning, we had a good chat and I was able to fill her in on how things are going for me.

She said she’d do a home visit next Wednesday in the afternoon.

My PA Frances is also struggling with her mental health right now, but she’s still at work, I’ll be meeting her for coffee tomorrow. I’m hoping we can have a good chat, since we understand each others struggles.

This time of year is just not a good time for me, but I’m doing all I can to stay out of the hospital.

I wrote this poem about life being precarious right now. Here is what I wrote.

Life hangs by threads too thin to see,
a web of breath, a trembling tree.
Each step feels carved from brittle glass,
a path that cracks as I trespass.

The hours lean, the nights collapse,
my thoughts spin tight in endless laps.
Some mornings I rise, but barely whole,
carrying shadows stitched to my soul.

The world moves fast—its pulse, its flame—
yet I can’t always match the game.
My hands reach out, the grip is weak,
the voice I need refuses to speak.

Still—inside this fragile frame,
a flicker warms, a nameless flame.
Not strength, not joy, but something near:
a stubborn will to persevere.

So if the thread should stretch or fray,
I’ll tie it back in my own way.
Life is precarious, yes—yet true:
its balance holds, and so do you.