Me, myself and it. My story of depression

A new chapter. So today I started CBT, cognitive behavioural therapy to those uninitiated who may think taking a motorcycle test isn't a big step. To me though, that would be a big step. I am a man who would rather hide in his shadows than challenge myself, however, I digress. My 1st CBT appointment. Something I had planned since first seeing my doctor, something that I wanted, something to make me stronger. Or to look at it another way, something to worry about, something to try and wriggle out of, something to fear. Stupid? Well yeah, you read the first blog, logic long left the building and took the keys. I knew I was dreading it coz I was irritable, my middle child will never complain about having a shower again though I guess. My Mrs would later call all this a wobble, and who am I to argue. The woman knows me better than me, and this came through during the appointment.  However, first my brain and I had to attend. Even walking to the building that my session was in, I w...