ABSTRACT
Mandy had never been to counselling before. Her doctor had suggested she speak to the surgery counsellor. She had come to the surgery the previous week feeling generally run down, finding it hard to motivate herself and just feeling incredibly fragile. She didn’t understand why she felt like this. She had always been active and worked hard. OK, she had a demanding job as a marketing executive, but she liked it; it made her feel alive. But recently it had all seemed such a struggle. It all came to a head for her when she burst into tears one evening returning home on the train, and couldn’t stop the tears. She had cried driving home from the car park and for the rest of the evening. The next day she had seen her GP and talked to her. She had felt better for that chat. Doctor Hill had not prescribed anything, said she was reluctant to start a chemical intervention when probably she needed a rest and some time to talk things through with the counsellor.
