374. Nissan Jukes

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

Author: insideloopyshead

On paper I have the perfect life, good career, supportive and loving partner and a beautiful little son. But today I want to die. It’s time to set my thoughts free. Come along with my daily mental adventures and gain insight into warped thinking and it’s hazards and maybe support me along the way.