back from the dead
So here's the deal. I ODed on Klonopin and muscle relaxers Tuesday night, a totally impulsive suicide attempt that was very ill planned. Justin walked in on me before I took enough to do too much damage, but still 911 was called, cops came to my apartment, and I was carted back to my friends at the Behavioral Health Center. So that sucked.
Anyway, I got out today, after five days of inpatient treatment. I feel better. They're dealing with my sleeping problems, which the doctor thinks are at the root of my mood shifts. I'm on 4 new medications...all of which are ASS EXPENSIVE. I have a nifty little mood chart I'm supposed to keep up with, and an appointment with a cheap counselor at Family Services. In group therapy, we talked about "self care". I'm in self care mode right now, not worrying about work or finances or any of the bullshit that got me so down. I'm staying at my parents' right now. Justin is being...weird. Which I guess is to be expected. I hope he can forgive me. He told me he wants to start going to this support group for people with bipolar loved ones. So I guess that means he's going to try to stay with me. I don't know. All I do know is it's time for my sleeping pill ($75).
***Now accepting donations to the Keep Sarah Sane Foundation.***
Anyway, I got out today, after five days of inpatient treatment. I feel better. They're dealing with my sleeping problems, which the doctor thinks are at the root of my mood shifts. I'm on 4 new medications...all of which are ASS EXPENSIVE. I have a nifty little mood chart I'm supposed to keep up with, and an appointment with a cheap counselor at Family Services. In group therapy, we talked about "self care". I'm in self care mode right now, not worrying about work or finances or any of the bullshit that got me so down. I'm staying at my parents' right now. Justin is being...weird. Which I guess is to be expected. I hope he can forgive me. He told me he wants to start going to this support group for people with bipolar loved ones. So I guess that means he's going to try to stay with me. I don't know. All I do know is it's time for my sleeping pill ($75).
***Now accepting donations to the Keep Sarah Sane Foundation.***