Personal experiences of counselling and psychotherapy
The dark hole of depression
My mum found my counsellor when we were told we would have to wait nine months for counselling for depression on the NHS. I was desperate (and she was very frightened when I admitted I had cut myself). I wanted to go and I didn’t want to go, because I felt nervous. My mum waited outside, but I was fine. I agreed to go for 12 sessions with a review half way through. I feel so much better now, but there were times when I thought I’d never get better and I felt very scared about that. It’s like being stuck in a deep, dark hole and no-one can hear you. But my counsellor helped me out of that dark place, slowly pulling me up to the light again.