Everyone in the psych ward is different - age, race, religion - yet we are all dealing with a mental illness. It is such a blessing to be around others who are facing the same challenges. During this stay I would often observe the way that being together gave us strength. A 65 year old granny chatting with a 19 year old skater. A 40 year old Muslim talking about God with a 31 year old Christian. We are all equal, we all need help. I wish the rest of the world could have this experience. (But who's going to admit to having a mental illness?)
I've got a schedule, and it includes staying awake all day long. I'm going to the gym every weekday. I do chores and make meals. I'm functioning again. I'm doing my part to control this disease, and the medicine does the rest. For now, the new medication is working with me - let's hope it lasts for a long while.
Hey Rach I had no idea! What meds if you dont mind me asking? And what made you decide to go into the hospital? I'm so glad you're strong enough to ask for help and even stronger enough (grammar police) to write about it. Love!
ReplyDeleteI admire your ability to admit that you needed help. When my mother was hospitalized, she would not participate in any group sessions or meals or anything and was very crabby about being in a psych ward at all. hence, three years later, no real improvement in her mental (or physical) state. It takes true strength to face your problem head on!!
ReplyDeleteRachael, you're awesome.
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