I was discharged this afternoon from the hospital's psychiaric ward.
My meds were altered. I attended coping skills sessions (what I really needed was a skill to help me deal with the hospital food). Thoughts of harming myself retreated to whatever part of me those thoughts reside when they're being quiet.
I'm on the path to recovery. Yet again.
I'm weak right now. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. But I'm here.
It's a start.
My meds were altered. I attended coping skills sessions (what I really needed was a skill to help me deal with the hospital food). Thoughts of harming myself retreated to whatever part of me those thoughts reside when they're being quiet.
I'm on the path to recovery. Yet again.
I'm weak right now. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. But I'm here.
It's a start.
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(Can you believe that Brett actually enjoys hospital food?...well, some of it anyway?)