My Year To Thrive

"My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style." ~Maya Angelou

Home From The Hospital


At any given moment, you have the power to say: this is not how the story is going to end."

Yesterday I returned from a twelve day stay at the local psych hospital.  It wasn’t the best one I’ve been in (I’ve got two others to compare it to), but I’m not dead or a murderess so I guess I can’t complain.  I made some new friends & got some new meds.  They kept the Lamictal the same, & added Wellbutrin BID & changed my Buspar to BID rather than PRN.  I got an official diagnosis for my depersonalization episodes, since I started having them there after being surrounded by people for more than a week with no place to go & escape.  They are anxiety related, so I spent two of the last days I was there having them to one extent or another because I was just maxed out on people who didn’t live in a box I can turn off when it gets overwhelming.

I hiked up the drama factor by deactivating my facebook account the day I made the decision to go to the ER.  The two things were only indirectly related though.  I just knew that I needed to unplug because I was being eaten alive by other people’s drama & I had enough on my own plate.  I couldn’t stay off it though, so I decided to temporarily pull the plug to force myself off.

The noise in my head combined with a painful, raging sinus infection to make it just that much harder to fight, so after a convo with a friend who texted me to find out what happened to my fb, I got to see my thoughts/feelings in text form & knew I had to do something.  I had spent the day with the number for my MHC’s crisis line, but you know how I feel about phone calls so I couldn’t get myself to dial it.  I even put it in my phone so it was just sitting there looking at me funny.  You also know how I feel about things that look at me funny.  So I decided to head to an ER at a hospital with a psych facility.  I knew whatever they did I would at the least have a real person to talk to.

I kept a journal while I was in there & have a lot to talk about.  I’ll be sprinkling it about, but right now I need to dig up something more than an apple & a Sunkist for breakfast so I can take my meds.  yippee.

Oh, I also owe you a race report because I did run (& I use the term loosely here) my 5K the day before.


Author: despitemyself

A person in flux.

6 thoughts on “Home From The Hospital

  1. Pingback: A Day Late: 2012 In Review « My Year To Thrive

  2. I love this picture! Thank you so much for sharing!

    I’m glad you’re back because I’m looking forward to reading more of your blog!

  3. Girl, glad to see you back, and glad your stay was a productive one. Way to go on the 5k; I can’t wait to read your report, especially since it came at the crux of a tough time. I swear those races help me so much more than the ones I PR at or run fast…

  4. I love you. I’ve had a couple of those stays myself. So fun 😛 but you recognized that you needed help and got it. Good on ya.

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