Yesterday on the way back from swimming, I discovered a whole new secret compartment in my rucksack, which I had never noticed in the three or four years I’ve had it. It will be just right for putting my jewellery in while I swim. Of such small things is happiness made.

More importantly (and equally rewardingly) I have left the Terribly Tenacious Therapist, and I feel good about it. It felt like leaving school. Right now I’m not in a hurry to find another one. Suffice it to say that it won’t be a Cognitive Behavioural therapist.

And finally, I have ordered almost all my Christmas presents by mail (charity catalogues). I feel smug.

3 thoughts on “Secret

  1. Well done for leaving the therapist. If it feels good it must be right x

    I found your blog recently. I went to a retreat centre you’d visited in the Brecon Beacons and came across glimpsesofcolour while googling for reviews of it. I too am suffering from depression and your words have been inspiring and cheering me. I read the blog equivalent of cover to cover (beginning to present?) this weekend. It’s extremely entertaining and heartwarming.

    Hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

    Lots of love

  2. Hi Anne

    Thank you for your lovely comment. I’m glad you like my blog! I presume the retreat centre you went to is the one run by Jenny Joice – she is an old friend of ours. If you suffer from depression you may be interested in my book Crying for the Light, published by BRF last year (under my real name Veronica Zundel). Hope the ‘Big D’ decides to leave you alone.

    Best wishes


  3. Good on leaving that therapist, the last thing you need is a doctor who makes you feel even worse than you already did!

    As for your sack…I don’t know about you, but I tend to put my coins back in my purse when I get change back, and it mounts up…when I clean out my purse, I find that I have about three or four dollars worth of coins that I forgot I had! That’s in addition to the fact that the purse is now a couple of pounds lighter. 🙂

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