So I did it. I went to see a GP last week, and then had a follow-up appointment the week after.
After a couple of questionnaires and a LOT of questions, she told me that while it wasn’t very serious, I am displaying symptoms of minor anxiety and depression. Which is pretty much what I expected to hear.
Moving on to what I could do about it, she described counseling and Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. She quickly touched on anti-depressant drugs, but to my relief just as quickly dismissed them as not helpful in my case. After much umming and ahhing and questioning, I decided to follow her advise and go for the CBT. She told me that she would post me some information about it, and that I should make arrangements to self-refer myself to the local unit.
So I now have a leaflet from the local Psychological Therapies Service on my desk, placed where I can’t ignore it. And tomorrow, I will be calling the number on the back. Because I’ve got going now, and I am not going to let my nerves or self-consciousness hold me back.
Even thinking that I’m doing something is making me feel a bit better. I feel like I’m building up some momentum, and almost that nothing will stop me now. Time to make it happen.