In 2011, without warning, my dad tragically, suddenly and traumatically (for me) passed away from a pulmonary aneurism in front of my eyes. As a result I became extremely ill. Every human brain has it's breaking point and this event turned out to be mine. Since then i have struggled with the complexities of my own mind and have been under the care of my local mental health team. I was referred to Bereavement Counselling in the beginning, in truth, at the time I was not yet ready for it and abandoned the service when it became 'no longer convenient' to attend the appointments. When I did reach the point where I did feel ready for therapy, I was limited in what was available due to my abandonment of the service I'd been originally referred to. So I availed of low/no-cost therapy from various charities and community groups, unfortunately this approach usually limits the number of sessions you can have with a counsellor.
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