Anyone that reads this blog will know I have an exceptional talent for over analysing things. Especially when it comes to the world of dating and romance I can take a simple text message and over think it until my eyeballs are hanging out of my head. My confidence in the bedroom has been on a steady decline ever since the American I got involved with a decade ago pretty much set fire to it and watched it burn.
In the years since, instead of letting it go and moving on I’ve let those hurts fester and get worse, sending my confidence from a little charred around the edges to needing full transplants. The lack of confidence is starting to spill over into my non-bedroom life, my work life and circus classes etc so it’s more than time to start doing something about it. I’ve recently found myself a GP that I like and feel comfortable with and we have an appointment at the end of the month (he’s going away) to sit down and create a mental health plan. If you get a referral from a GP you can get about 6 sessions with a therapist at a greatly discounted price.
Hopefully a bit of mental housekeeping will get those charred demons out from under my bed, and help me to start get my mojo back. I’ve let that asshole who ruined my confidence be in control for too long.