Things Poetic

 Counselling Thoughts Say hello, smile, sit down <my brain is flying about not sticking on any subject…why am I smiling ?  > So how am I doing ? <should i say what chaos is going on in my head. How I actually feel ?> I am ok. Tired. Not sleeping well. But worked good and the holiday break was lovely <Im barely hanging on, drinking like a fish, falling asleep on the sofa> Is there anything worrying me ? <i cant stand my voice so can imagine how irritating it sound to the counsellor. I worry about dying alone. I worry about how my children are doing> What do you think you should be doing to help focus ? <sleep, have less stress, not have my insides ripped out every day from stress and gluten> Do you want to book another session <of course I don’t, but i feel stressed about stopping this monthly chinwag > Well, bye then. Will see you in 4 weeks <at least that means i plan to be here then…> Toodle pip

 Spooks contd “Sit down, relax, and talk through what concerns you” The counsellor says, through uncomplicated thought “How people I trusted destroyed me, my world, my trusting, my mind” Well, that’s unfortunate.  Do you want to talk about it ? “No” i said ”I just want you to fuck off and talk to someone who cares that fairness is something” So the counsellor fucked off The end