I’m home, and by all accounts it has been a successful endeavour. It’s now 12 am however, and OH is snoring beside me. It’s dark outside and I should be sleeping.
Someone forgot to tell my head to shut up. I knew I’d struggle in the darkness, I knew racing thoughts and crippling self doubts would take hold again. The false security of the psych ward slowed my mind, just a little, but now I’m back in the real world again. A world I’ve tried to escape now, twice.
I can’t believe they sent me home without a sleep aid.
I’ll be officially discharged in the morning. Am I ready? Yes! Will I be ok? I’m not so sure…