A counsellor can help. As @Zoffiel says, finding the right one can be a bit tricky. The senior oncology nurse at my day oncology was pretty shrewd and her number one recommendation was spot on. I wasn’t depressed, almost never cried but simply wasn’t sure who I was any more (I had three possibly permanent side effects in rapid order). Should I be ‘taking things easy?’ , looking back didn’t seem useful but what precisely was I looking forward to? A good counsellor ‘got’ me quickly and helped enormously to set me on the path to a less chaotic life (however happy) and, slowly, a way overdue acceptance of my own mortality. Both have made a busy and eventful ten years since diagnosis all the better. The work and the direction is your, the counsellor is the reliable (and discreet) compass.