Today I saw my care coordinator and she was here for about 35 mins. This is literally how the main body of conversation went:
cc: how are things
me: same as last time, still finding things tough
cc: what can you do to move forward?
me: I’m struggling to see any light
cc: what would make seeing some light possible?
me: having a want
cc: and what is that want?
me: I don’t know. I didn’t realise how important my work was until it has gone. I feel like they’ve taken everything from me now.
cc: you need to think about that want
me: I’ve got so much going around in head and I just can’t speak them
cc: try writing them, that seems to help you
So that took 35 mins to have that conversation throughout which I had silent tears streaming down my face.
I feel I’m beyond help. I don’t know the answers to these questions anymore and I don’t see any point. I’ve had enough!