Grateful

Random thoughts for a Wednesday.

I am beginning to understand just how fortunate I was when I went to my GP, eight years ago, suffering from depression. My feelings were never questioned. He offered me help immediately. He wasn’t comfortable offering advice on mental issues, beyond getting me on SSRI’s and referring me to counselling.

I knew I had situational depression, and didn’t need anything other than chemical assistance to remove myself from a hole. But eight years on, I’m realising more and more how grateful I need to be that that doctor had the humility to refrain from giving me bad advice.

I’ve run into situations lately where people have had bad experiences with professionals who should know better – and by contrast, I am profoundly grateful for the way I have been treated.