If I'm so OK, why don't I feel it?

I suffered from depression for nearly 10 years, really suffered. Most things were too hard. Hours became days, days ran into weeks and then years had gone by. I received counselling but my counsellors moved on as their job titles changed, and I was left feeling that I was “too hard” to “solve”, that no one wanted to get to the crux of the matter, as I felt that I couldn’t. What I didn’t realise was that that wasn’t their job but no one really explained that, or if they did, I wasn’t well enough to take it in.

I came to the end of my “allocation” of help and yet only little things had changed. I found that “loss” was a big problem for me – as counsellors came and went, just as I seem to be making progress… typical. But I have been able to make progress on my own and now I see myself as recovering, starting to walk back along the road, but not yet near my destination, wherever that’s supposed to be. So keep the faith and it will come…