I am back guys, I decided to take a week off after a bad thing that happened that week, one that I still find hard to understand, and I probably never will. I was seeing a psychiatrist since September of last year, since I have struggles that need some support in a professional level. I have a psychologist, and I was seeing a psychiatrist too. Those people help me improve my life quality in so many ways I'm very thankful, I've seen wonderful psychologists these years, and their professional job is so amazing I almost considered going into that line of study for a while. I liked my psychiatrist a lot, we met monthly for a monthly session so he could get updates on me and review my medications. We had nice conversations that helped me see things in a different point and it helped me a lot. He was a good professional and a good human being. But unfortunately, as I came to find out in the beginning of this year, he had cancer. The last time I saw him in the end of 2018, and also throughout our sessions, he seemed fine. I had no clue he had a health issue at all, in fact my last words to him were "Merry Christmas see you next time!" I believe, very ordinary, very daily life. Well, I thought things were fine even hearing about this issue of his, or more of a condition, because cancer is a very complex disease, it has no clear cure to it so far, it is so broad that I'd rather use the term condition than issue or disease. Like my approach to mental things, you see, in many cases, mental conditions have no cure because they're no proper diseases, it's just some aspect of your mind that works too much or too little, like, I have OCD, this comes as a consequence of my anxious personality. Not all anxious people will have OCD, but in my case I do have that, anyway, this is not a post about this, my point is that he had a health condition, and unfortunately it was worse than I and people around me were expecting. He passed away this February 2019.
I have no idea about his life, but he was young. I didn't even know him too well, we only met a couple of times, but he was a wonderful professional that I valued a lot and that I'd recommend to any person that would also need to see a professional of the mind like he was. I liked him a lot, he helped me greatly and I was happy to see him in every session, as I could expect to have an enriching moment and something I felt was good for me, not only because I had to, but also because I felt it was good for me. The first psychiatrist I saw said to me that psychologists and patients are not friends, a psychologist was not supposed to be the friend of his patient. I completely disagree with her, as the whole job of the psychologist is also the job of a friend, only that a friend sometimes don't know how to deal with your struggles, while the psychologist profession and formation is to do just that. How can a psychologist not be a friend to his patient? A psychologist who is not a friend is not a good professional in my opinion. My psychiatrist was not a psychologist for me, I know, but the same applied to him, he was my friend, I liked him a lot, and I miss him.
I'm blessed to have had our sessions and to have met this wonderful person, that gave me so much hope and gave me raw material for me to keep on building my life. Thank you, my friend. I'm sorry we can't see each other again, I don't know how death works, I have not cried, I have not mourned, this is not because I don't like you, this is because I do, I am not gonna fake a thing I don't feel. Every person reacts in different ways. I don't understand, it is weird for me, but thank you, I care for you, and I have no religion, I know, but God, I hope I may see you again, until our next session, whatever it may be.
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