Our medical system is so messed up that it took me 5 months to get my 1st therapy appointment scheduled. I've been in therapy most of my life, I deal with clinical depression, anxiety, seasonal affect disorder, PTSD and OCD, let's see did I forget anything. Well, I have set up my 1st appointment many times in my years depending upon where I lived. I'm 65 now and I'm in my final residence. I won't be moving anymore, whew! This is the hardest time I have ever had getting an appointment. It was October, when I got the referral, contacted 1/2 dozen places trying to find someone who was taking new patients, I hit a wall by mid November. There are only a few Counselors in network that are close to me. Late December by chance I found "Life Matters" They took my insurance and could accept a new patient. I was supposed to receive a call back from the Therapist but I never did. Come to find out, right after Christmas the clinic Director passed away unexpectedly and business came to a halt (as it should) meanwhile , it is now January and I am awaiting that call from the Therapist, I receive it and schedule an appointment for March 1st. Whew, I am glad I am not currently suicidal. It is unbelievable that it took 5 months to get an appointment. I am keeping my fingers crossed that our repour is great because I understand that I am lucky I got an appointment at all. Apparently there is a lack of Therapists since the pandemic began. My positive thought for today is: Don't dwell on what didn't happen but rather be grateful for what did.
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