So yesterday afternoon, I had my second appointment with my mental health professional. I still really like her a lot, and feel good about that decision.
I need to take a moment here and thank everyone for their support. I knew that you all would back me up, but the amount of encouragement and love I received was truly overwhelming. Thank you.
As I mentioned in my previous post on the subject, my CDE helped me find my therapist. And I want to share about that experience so you will understand why I LOVE my CDE!
So because I am a total chicken, I called when I knew my CDE wouldn't be in the office and left her a voicemail. I was so nervous, I don't even really remember what I said. Something along the lines of "I'm having a lot of trouble with emotional eating," and "can you please help me find a mental health professional?"
When she called back the next day, I didn't answer. I let it go to voicemail. Cause I am a chicken.
I was SO NERVOUS going to my appointment with her. Now let me back up. I've been seeing the same endo for almost 10 years now. And I've been working with this CDE (we'll call her J) for at least five years. If not longer.
I knew that she would be supportive, and I completely trusted her to help me. But I'd never done this before.
But I didn't need to be. J walked me into her office and said, "Tell me what's going on."
And so I did. About the stress happening in my life. About the emotional eating. About how it's been happening for YEARS. About how it's why my A1c won't come down.
"This is a problem for more people than you'd think," she said, "and I've had other patients go through this too. I'm so glad you came in. We'll get this figured out."
And then she handed me a paper with the name of my now-therapist on it. Experience with eating issues and diabetes? Yes please!
We then spent some time talking about the DOC. This was the week after Simonpalooza, so the impact of the DOC was hugely present. I told her all about the amazing weekend. About how the DOC has changed my life. About how all of you is what gave me the courage to finally ask for help.
And she thought it was awesome.
I thought she was fantastic before all of this, but I love her even more now. That meeting with J gave me hope. It was the first glimpse of hope I'd had that I wouldn't be doing this to myself forever. The eating. There was no judgement; only support.
When I left, she said, "Keep me posted. I will call if I don't hear from you." I could see the worry on her face. I wanted to hug her. I should have.
I'll hug her next time.