1000 Piece Puzzle
After my diagnosis, I went for some counselling. My counsellor was amazing, I really enjoyed talking to her, we had some very interesting conversations. It is impossible to say whether the counselling helped me or not because I don’t know what I would have been like without it.
Anyway, one day I arrived for a session and my counsellor asked me if I felt like I felt like a puzzle with a bit missing. Perhaps she though that it would be a useful conversation opener. I just blurted out
“oh …er yes.., I suppose so…, a bit…….”
but what I actually meant to say was,
“no, most definitely not, I feel like I’ve got extra pieces!” In fact, I feel like I am a 1000 piece puzzle, when most people have only got 100.
I was obviously distracted/thinking about something else entirely/generally pre-occupied when she asked me, the conversation moved on and it is to my eternal shame that I never got round to letting her know my true thoughts on the matter. She knows that I was intending to write this blog, so maybe one day she will read this.