Hey there!
Just wanna throw in a Trigger Warning for talk of self harm and suicide…
These past months I have been a bit better since my last hospitalisation, but in the last couple of weeks, since Teenstreet, I have been getting worse and have fallen back into self harm.
I went to Opus (a program for people with psychotic disorders) on thursday and told them how I had been having a lot of urges towards self harm and suicidal thoughts. They were very worried for me even though I didn’t really share their worry, maybe because this time around I haven’t been as emotionally affected by my thoughts as earlier on. So I haven’t been as sad and haven’t cried as much as I did some months ago when I was last hospitalised.
But the doctor at Opus convinced me to go to the hospital for an evaluation by one of their doctors.
I waited for a couple of hours to speak with a doctor and during the conversation I didn’t become emotional or cry and I felt that I presented very well, so I hoped to be sent home right after. However things didn’t go that way. The doctor and the Chief Physician really wanted me to stay at least one night, and even though I really didn’t want to I just went along with it.
There weren’t any open rooms in the open unit so I was admitted to the closed one upstairs.
I was almost immediately, upon admittance, approached by another patient, N. We fell into talking and I showed her some of my drawings and she really liked them and asked me to do a couple of drawings for her, which I agreed to.
So we spend some hours sitting together, while I drew pictures of people she showed me (some family photos and one of Martin Luther King), and N finished the drawings with some shading.
My mom came to visit me after dinner and we talked for a while until she left and I went to bed.
I slept alright that night. Not as well as I do in my own bed at home, and I woke up early but it was okay.
I had some yoghurt for breakfast and spend the next couple of hours listening to music, drawing and watching some Youtube videos.
Then I spoke with a psychologist and a Pre-med student and they evaluated me again and decided they wanted me to stay another night, to which I woefully agreed to.
I then listened more to some music and slept a bit and started assembling a puzzle. Then around half past three a nurse and the psychologist from earlier entered my room and told me if I still felt like going home today, I could. I was overjoyed and immediately packed my things and left soon after.
Unfortunately I couldn’t find N to say goodbye and exchange information with her. I hope she is alright and gets better soon.
I walked home and now am sitting here, eating some M&M’s and writing a blog post.
That’s it. Hope you got something out of that!
See ya!