A couple of years ago I was walking Camino trails in Spain.
The longest of them was a path from Sevilla to Santiago. It was just over 1000 km and took me about 40 days.
Now, in my mid 70s, I walk a mile to a local supermarket and am so tired I need to get a taxi home.
There was little else in my life apart from the planning and walking those routes in Spain. Now I sit staring at 4 walls in a state of very deep depression.
I know that I'll not be doing any more long walks. How can I come to accept my present situation?
There are many types of logic in the world - 'cat logic' and 'addiction logic' are only two. It seems sensible in your head to have a couple of drinks or whatever. It would be like trying to have a sensible conversation with me when I am manic.
Try and make another appointment. The person wants to help you and you have nothing to fear from them. (coming from the person who is avoiding her psychiatrist!!)