Border-line sane

I've been building towards this post by feeling progressively normal for some time now. There have been a few changes in things at work lately, which have led to some people having a reintroduction to the words "reasonable" and "achievable".

Coupled with a period on (presumably) the right drugs, and a little bit of counselling and therapy I am feeling calmer and more rational than I have done for several months, even making the acquaintance of my previously departed sense of perspective. (My counsellor essentially suggested that my problems are linked to a lack of confidence (no shit Sherlock!) a sort of instinctive mental deference which assumes that other people are always right, and a tendency towards (repressed) aggression when I get frustrated at not being able to put my point across.

This is also likely to be linked to my Dad which does seems a bit harsh on him. He's a decent bloke my old feller, if somewhat lacking in the ability to laugh at himself. He's the youngest of five, whose Dad fucked off when he was tiny. He's got issues coming out of that himself, understandably, not least of which is a tendency to
want to be heard and to be taken seriously.

To me this does make a sort of sense, but on the other hand come on - how predictably fucking Freudian is that?

Anyway - my initial counselling has been work stuff - I start on the NHS on Wednesday. I'll see how that goes.