Session 1
I don't know how much I am willing to share concerning my counseling sessions, but I do know my friends care and I would share this stuff with them if I were with them. But since I can't be with you guys I guess I will share through my blog. I don't think anyone other than you guys really knows about my blog anyway (In fact, Joe just found it. And we're close friends. So how's a stranger who doesn't even know who I am going to find it...whatever, I rambling...ck1).
I have been diagnosed as clinically depressed. I took this test that helps the pycho-whatever-their-called person diagnose my condition. The councelor was trying to make light of the test. Ya know, like trying not to make me think I'm all messed up in the head when I find out the results. Or becuase I answer all the questions with a "yes" that I want to committ suicide because I must be pretty bad. It went like this (this is what the councelor told me about the test):
"Clinical Depression is technically defined as having at least five of the following sypmtoms of depression for at least two or more weeks. (so you only need five to pass! hehe.)"...at this point we went through the first six symptoms and I told the councelor which ones I was dealing with. Then the councelor said..."Wow! Six already! We can stop here. We'll cover the rest of the list later."
So needless to say I thought I must be pretty freakin' depressed if I hit the first six symptoms right off the bat. I know the councelor was trying not to make me feel bad about it. But somehow I fealt pretty bad about it. I guess my depression was making me react drastically to it. That must be why the councelor tried not to put too much pressure on the results, except for that, "Wow! Six already!" at the end.
To make a long story short. I actually feel good that I'm going to counceling. I like to know what's going on with me. I fear the unknown. So if I don't know why I am the way I am then I get anxious. But since it's making sense and I know I'm acting the way I am because I'm depressed, then somehow that makes me feel better about it. At least I know. Ya know!
I don't know how much I am willing to share concerning my counseling sessions, but I do know my friends care and I would share this stuff with them if I were with them. But since I can't be with you guys I guess I will share through my blog. I don't think anyone other than you guys really knows about my blog anyway (In fact, Joe just found it. And we're close friends. So how's a stranger who doesn't even know who I am going to find it...whatever, I rambling...ck1).
I have been diagnosed as clinically depressed. I took this test that helps the pycho-whatever-their-called person diagnose my condition. The councelor was trying to make light of the test. Ya know, like trying not to make me think I'm all messed up in the head when I find out the results. Or becuase I answer all the questions with a "yes" that I want to committ suicide because I must be pretty bad. It went like this (this is what the councelor told me about the test):
"Clinical Depression is technically defined as having at least five of the following sypmtoms of depression for at least two or more weeks. (so you only need five to pass! hehe.)"...at this point we went through the first six symptoms and I told the councelor which ones I was dealing with. Then the councelor said..."Wow! Six already! We can stop here. We'll cover the rest of the list later."
So needless to say I thought I must be pretty freakin' depressed if I hit the first six symptoms right off the bat. I know the councelor was trying not to make me feel bad about it. But somehow I fealt pretty bad about it. I guess my depression was making me react drastically to it. That must be why the councelor tried not to put too much pressure on the results, except for that, "Wow! Six already!" at the end.
To make a long story short. I actually feel good that I'm going to counceling. I like to know what's going on with me. I fear the unknown. So if I don't know why I am the way I am then I get anxious. But since it's making sense and I know I'm acting the way I am because I'm depressed, then somehow that makes me feel better about it. At least I know. Ya know!
posted by bigD at Friday, March 18, 2005
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