Today was my first session of counselling since my psychologist left..
'Are you okay? Have you hurt your arm?'
'Oh no I'm okay I had a stroke but I'm fine'
And the session started...
It felt so nice to talk to someone I didn't know about how I feel and 'deal' with stuff and what I want to work on overcoming; my anxiety...
I knew he was scared to ask about my stroke as I could see it in his face when he would refer back to it...
'Mum why was that man staring at me?'
'He worked on Kingston ward (stroke ward)'
Okay...
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