I flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

So, in part of an effort to start to share the ups and downs of my life instead of holding them in to use for personal torture.  I have BIG NEWS.

I’ll start with the end of the story.  I am fine and doing well.  I think that I will continue to live a happy life from here on out.  Now to the beginning.  As my regular readers know, things have been up and down the past six months.  I had a particularly bad day on Tuesday.  So on Wednesday, I drove myself to the ER for an evaluation.  I ended up checking myself into the Pysch Ward.  Man it was quite the experience.

I met a lot of people just like me that have struggles with the day to day stressers of life.  Regular, normal people who need a little bit of a medicinal boost to make it through the day.  I learned that my depression is a disease, like diabetes or high blood pressure.  I need to follow the treatment plan that is given to me.  I also met a lot of people that are far more sick than me.  This gives me hope for my life and my future.

I have a strong support system.  This is why I am not embarassed to talk about this.  I know that I did the right thing and that I am not a bad person.  I am just someone who has learned over years how to torture myself.  And I have certain neurotransmitters in my brain that need help to function.

So, I was released with flying colors on Friday.  It was so fun being there.  It was like Kindergarten for adults.  I had art time (I did coloring and clay), I had activity time (balloon volleyball), and I had group therapy.  I got to hang out in my pj’s all the time and even had to take naps.  All I had to do to get meds was ask.  All the free Coke you can drink, tons of food, and Fresh Air time.

The BEST part was when I got to watch a rehab movie (28 Days).  Lot of people there were in the detox part of rehab.  It was ironic.  Overall, I felt like it was kinda like a vacation.

~ by scifibutterfly on February 3, 2008.