Im going to make this as simple as I can, Depression can be a deadly illness. But it doesnt have to be. I was admited twice in the psychiatric department at the hospital. I went by myself, I was scared, I was broken, I walked in the first time and I told the person at the triage, dont let me out of here because if you do its the end for me. They brought me to see a doctor right away and I was admited for the fist time. After two weeks, I was doing a little better, was I ready to be released, no, then why was I? Because there is not enough rooms for the need of the community. Four months after I was back at stage one, even more scared and broken than the first time, a last minute change of heart made me go to the hospital again, alone in a wooded area, a rope was hanging from a tree, my goodbye letter left at my apartment, I finally made it to the hospital, dehyrated, tired, drained, hungry, thirsty and empty. There was no one at the triage, so I went to the admittance window and I said I need to see somebody NOW, she said it shouldnt be too long, take a seat. I didnt have the strenght to argue so I sat between two women and told them you cannot let me leave, and I grabbed each of their arms ( the poor women must have been traumatised) I finally got to see the first nurse and again I told them I need help, you need to keep me here. Thats when I worked and worked to get out of the vicious circle of depression, I followed my psychyatrist and psychologist regularly and I can say that today I am happy, I am stronger, I have dreams, it doesnt mean that i dont get my bad days, but I have the tools to keep on going..this is probably going the last time I talk about those bad times that at the same time thaught me how strong I was. I have to concentrate on the rest of my life, but I will always be HERE for ANYONE that needs help, that I PROMISE YOU. ♥
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 20:55:14 +0000
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