Those of you who have been picking over the entrails of this blog will not be surprised to hear that I am thinking of becoming a Psychotherapist. Wasting more money on training and for a qualification which I will probably get 5 years use of before retirement. At age 21 I received treatment from a Psychiatrist and Psychologist through the medium of Welsh. Lucky me, I hear you cry! My treatment as well as my education was paid for privately. The only snag was that I only had a 7 year old's Welsh so the terms went over my head. I understood the diagnosis: "Extremely Sensitive". 18 years and a prison sentence later I receive the diagnosis 'Bipolar Disorder'. I know which diagnosis and which language I prefer. I wonder if I could get crowd-funded to becoming a Psychotherapist in the Welsh Language. There's going to be a need of them if the census figures carry on with their downward trend. Talking therapy for people faced with losing their 'enaid' their 'soul'. I believe that in the years to come, we will be facing a Mental Health epidemic, in fact it has begun. Carl Jung's collective unconscious is at play here. What happens to one, happens to all! If you haven't heard it already, here is me, yewers truly talking in a strange mongrel accent on a BBC phone in programme about Mental Health this week. I come in at 30.45.
Diolch am wrando/Thank you for listening
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