When the lessons and tasks are all ended,
And the school for the day is dismissed,
And the little ones gather around me,
To bid me good-night and be kissed.
-Charles M. Dickinson, “The Children”
This is not a note from the psych ward technically. I was discjarged yesterday and I am back home.
December 28 was my first visit to the emergency room. From December 28 to today I have been to the ER four times at two different hospitals. I have been admitted to three different hospitals. I have spent more nights in hospital this year than at home. I have talked to at least fifteen doctors and been prescribed at least ten different medications. I have been apprehended and handcuffed by the police twice.
I am happy to say that I am now able to laugh again
I have learned some important skills to help me. The last month and a half was more helpful than the other two hospitals combined. I am mot cured by any stretch of the imagination. I compare leaving the psych ward to graduating from elementary school. I have some of the basic skills I need to survive, but I have tons more to learn. Now I at least have a more accurate diagnosis. That will allow me to work on what will help the most.
Hopefully there will be no more notes from the psych ward from me. I do plan to continue to write about mental health. Tomorrow I will meet with my outpatient team to see where I go from here. After that I am going shopping for spring clothes!!!