Today I had my last cup of lunchtime soup in the psychiatric hospital. I have officially been discharged. I’m so grateful to my nurse and psychologist for today, because I almost bottled it.
I was teary and terrified before returning to the ward, and I really wanted someone to say: “Just stay a couple more nights”, but these amazing professionals know what they are doing. I needed them to be strong for me today. I needed them to be realistic and hold some optimism on my behalf and that’s exactly what they did for me.
“So are we going for discharge”; asked a lovely psychiatrist (whom I’d met with for the first time today).
“Reluctantly yes”; I mumbled. It was the reassurance from the staff that gave me the strength to say those words, and sitting here now at my kitchen table; watching my little man being mischievious and knowing that I have the support of my OH, I’m so glad they did.
It’s a long road ahead but just take it one step at a time Loopy.