I thought it was about time I told someone else about the way I was, especially after the time I was about to leave my girlfriend to go away on my own and my parents came down to talk some sense into me. I knew the person I would tell but because of my pride I knew this would be a struggle. So I arranged to go for drinks with my friend and tell him.
I timed it quite well because he had some stuff to tell me as well. I began by just saying I was feeling terrible, then as we went on I told him the whole truth; how I had been feeling and just how bad it had got. In fairness he was really understanding and offered any help and has since been making sure I was OK and being a really good friend about it all. We began playing squash, going on more runs together and just having that outlet of someone to talk to other than those closest to me was great
In the meantime I had seen another counsellor but this was just an assessment for my CBT, seems like there isn’t any rush or enough practitioners to help. I had been waiting 3 months this far and it was going to be 5 months till I actually see someone from my first contact.