My Mental Health Story: My CBT story

A day of worry is more exhausting than a day at work. 

I’m 31 years old. I have a full time job with colleagues who support me. I am living on my own. I pay bills. I have a degree. I can legally teach, drive a car, run a brownie pack and vote.

However I suffer with mental health.

I was offered the chance to go on a CPD course, if you don’t know what this is. CBT is a cognitive behavior therapy which is a talking therapy course. The aim of the course is to help people with anxiety and help you think the way you think and how you act and do the things you do. Lots of people have done it time and time again, you can read about it here.

However it wasn’t for me.

The course taught me about taking time out, realising I need to do this. To plan my time and think about me more. The plan is that the course gives you tools to use to survive everyday life. Like having flash cards you use to remind you to not over analyse, think of conversations which have not happened or predicting the future. Though I did see some benefits of the reminder, it didn’t pass away the thoughts of it. My course was different to others I have read about it. It was a group session, with a lot of talking and not much interaction. No tips to use what they were offering in your everyday life.

Since leaving I have now gone off and done some more research into CBT courses and the effects its had on others. Reading their stories, it urged me to move on and start writing, like this blog. Pick up tools to use in everyday life like If you want to eliminate poisonous, debilitating thoughts from your life, you must do this every single day until it becomes automatic. 

I don’t know if CBT would have ever worked for me properly but I have read about people trying it again in future years. So you never know….

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