As the title suggests, yesterday I received a rather unexpected phone call. It was a phone call from the people who run the therapy that I'm on, and it was to inform me that for reasons that were not clarified, Suzy, my awesome therapist, would no longer be practicing therapy. It wasn't that she was moving to another practice (she did once tell me she had an annoying commute) but that she was stopping. Which to me suggests a family emergency, because I really don't like the idea that something has happened to her.
All hope is not lost though because the call was from another therapist, who was going to be taking over her cases. This happened to include me. This means I have a new therapist called Joanne. Though she told me to call her Jo. To be honest I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this. The main reason that therapy never worked when I was younger was that they kept shuffling me about, I never built up any kind of trust with a therapist. Part of me feels that if I'm going to have a new therapist, the number of sessions should be reset to zero, and I should be able to just start again. I really didn't like it when she informed me that she "had my file". She can't really get to know me through a file.
One of the biggest problems though is that, as you guys know, one of the main reasons for my problems is not just that bad people have done bad by me, but that good people have left my life too. Suzy has now become another of those people. My mood had taken a serious hit these past few days, and now it just took one heck of a blow.
I'm sure things are going to be okay, there's even a chance that Joanne is better for me, but I can't help worrying about Suzy, and I can't help worrying that things could be going very, very bad as far as my recovery goes.
The appointment is next Wednesday, I'll let you guys know how it goes. Although it might take until Friday for that, because if I want to do a podcast I'll have to record it Tuesday night, before the session. Jessica is coming by to tell me some of the finer details of Operation Tom, her plan to sort her life out.
RANDOM FUN FACT OF FUN! Counting drafts, this is the 600th post I've written. I'll also let you know when the 600th post I've published is up. This is not a celebration, this is a random fun fact of fun.