A week on the outside
Today I walked past a little convenience store, a place where people buy beer, ice cream, scratch tickets and cigarettes. As it happens it was the place where I bought what I thought would be my final pack of smokes, before stepping out onto the bridge where I'd kill myself. That's exactly three months ago today.
The convenience store had been closed down, and there was a big FOR RENT sign in the window. In a way you can say I've outlasted it. Strange how things work out.
Today it's a week since I was discharged from the psych ward. It has been overwhelming and very pleasant at the same time. I've certainly come out into a bigger world, one full of people. It's been mainly positive, so far.
I'm seeing a psych nurse on a weekly basis, and I may get a contact person, whom I can talk to about day-to-day stuff.
The convenience store had been closed down, and there was a big FOR RENT sign in the window. In a way you can say I've outlasted it. Strange how things work out.
Today it's a week since I was discharged from the psych ward. It has been overwhelming and very pleasant at the same time. I've certainly come out into a bigger world, one full of people. It's been mainly positive, so far.
I'm seeing a psych nurse on a weekly basis, and I may get a contact person, whom I can talk to about day-to-day stuff.