Tomorrow is my assessment appointment with a counsellor to see if I am suitable for Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. To see, basically, if by chnging my mood and emotions I can combat this tiredness that has been ruling my life for far too long.

My mind is open and I am have no expectations or hopes or fears.  Okay, we all know that is rubbish.  I am all about hope, fear and amssiv eexpectations.  I want this to be the magic bullet – even if it is a very slow moving magic bullet. I have done no reading up on it so I really am walking into the unknown… which scares the living shite out of me.

It might sound odd to you (because all I do is dribble at you) but I am not good talking about myself without it sounding like a story.  It all becomes characters and sets and plots and themes.  It’s my way of dealing with things, but I know it can sometimes come off as pure fakery.  I feel like I should walk into the room tomorrow swearing on a bible with a lie detection amchine attched to me.  No one ever believes that the things hat have happened to me have happened to me.  Or maybe I’ve got it wrong, maybe he (my counsellor is male) won’t care about anything like that.

It’s going to be a very weird day.