I am back to where I was when I started this blog. Friends rallying around me, stopping by trying to help.
I was still grieving and there were no grief support groups in my little bitty town. I checked and there were support groups at Covenant Hospital in Champaign and several of the churches in Champaign. However all of the meetings were held in the evening and it was the dead of winter. As I mentioned in previous posts, winter started with a bang on November 30 and just kept on keeping on. The weather and driving a 60 mile round trip at night put an end to that thought.
I finally got an appointment with a psychologist the first part of April. The only one that my insurance company would allow me to see. I made an appointment and went to see her. The first words out of her mouth were “I don’t handle grief counseling, why are you here.” She did condescend to talk to me a little bit.
After such a warm greeting from this professional I was in tears. She asked me why I was crying. She told me that I should be past the tear stage after 4 months. She then rattled on in the same line without letting me get in a word edgewise.
She then told me it was time for her next patient and did I want to make another appointment. I told her no thank you, I think I can handle this all by myself.
And I did handle it. I told myself that I was tough and I was going to make it, and I did. beth