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How Did I Get Here? (Warning: I Went Free Form!)

I hope you don’t mind a little free-form, brain dump interjection into this victory month. My depression has been pretty bad this week, probably because I’ve had the week off work and didn’t set up any structured activities for myself. … Continue reading

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Leaky

Yesterday I went to an appointment at my psychiatrist’s office to monitor my medications (they aren’t working!) and check my general life stress level (see previous parenthetical note and exclamation point!). I’ve been having trouble controlling my mood the past … Continue reading

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Splashes of Beauty

Mental illness has a universal human component to it in that it takes specific parts of the human experience and magnifies it and distorts it until life is out of balance. Who hasn’t suffered grief, loss, fear, trauma, sadness, elation, … Continue reading

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The Unit: Adult Ward 4

I spent the remainder of my psychiatric hospital stay, after the initial hours in the triage ward (a.k.a. Suicidal Warehouse, in my head), in an adult unit with the inspirational name Adult Ward 4. I would come to learn, in … Continue reading

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The Unit: Waiting Out Suicide Watch

I sat in my partially reclining chair (which gave me some lingering back pain as a souvenir) under my scratchy bleached blanket through the night while time inched along at a snail’s pace. In the rare moments of quiet that … Continue reading

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The Unit: Checking In To 24 Hour Suicide Watch

The ambulance pulled around to the back entrance to the psych hospital, and my panic level was off the charts. My pulse was fast and I could see it shaking my eyeballs. My BP was so high that I may … Continue reading

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