I have just found out that the counselling I have been having will only last 4 more sessions, and then I would have to start paying for it (which I can’t afford to do). On one level I know it had to end sometime, and I am really grateful for what I have received so far. But there is also a huge part of me that is scared, frightened, angry and just wants to give up living now. It’s not the counsellor’s fault, I know that, it is my fault for not getting better. I am all over the place in my head, trying desperately to resist the urge to email my counsellor and tell them that I don’t want to talk to him tonight, which is when my next session is due. I know that is a daft thing to do, but it is such a strong urge. I have had so much counselling already in my life, some free and some paid for, and still I want to die more than I want to live. Life is not for me. Never has been and never will be. Getting from one moment to the next is what life means to me. Some of those moments might be good moments, but even they cannot make up for the blackness of the rest of the time.
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