My counsellor asked me today if I’d ever thought about ending therapy. I hadn’t really thought about it. I’ve been in therapy for about twenty years now. It feels kind of like a lifeline for me. She mentioned that I do have a lot of friends at the Peer Support Centre. That’s true. I’ve never had that before. I’m doing a lot better than I ever have. She said that, if I needed to, I can always start therapy again. But there’d probably be a waiting list. (Just my thoughts)
There’s going to be a big Annual Symposium on Recovery next month, with people from all of the Peer Support Centres in my area going. They’ve chosen my recovery story and a few others to be featured there. I’m so nervous! I’ve never done anything like this before. But I’m also flattered.
My daughter said that her and her boyfriend have officially moved in with their friend and aren’t just crashing at his place anymore. They’re paying part of the rent and expenses, supposedly. At least she won’t be in limbo anymore. Now we just have to tell ODSP. Then they’ll cut her off of our cheque. We’ll have to find a cheaper place to live. We can barely afford it now. Once they cut her off our cheque, we REALLY won’t be able to afford it!
I’m still waiting for my computer to be fixed. I hope I get it back soon and that I haven’t lost everything on it. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Thanks,