Everytime I see one, I think of L. L was my first ever CPN, and the arrival of her juke onto my driveway always brought just a little light into those darkest days.
I will never forget the day she offered to watch little man, so I could have a shower. I was a wreck, a mess, and probably stunk. Even though I refused, I felt cared for, I felt that I mattered to someone. She often, made me feel better
I miss her terribly, more than anyone else that was involved with my care. I’ve been thinking about her all day. I have so much to tell my new CPN, but I can’t. I’d give anything to talk to L.
The crisis team stole her from me about a yeat ago, but she’d talked about re-trainong as a counsellor or therapist. I wonder where she’s working now? I wonder how she’s doing? i wonder does she still drive a juke?
I wonder would she consider relocating, to be my CPN again??????
God I miss her……..
Loopy x
What really happens in somones head? 