Well folks.. I hit a rough patch yesterday. A speed bump in my holiday spirit. I let my depression grab hold of me and I couldn't shake it loose. I started crying and could not stop.
I thought about self harm things but knew that was not the best option so I called my psychiatrist's office and waited for him to call back. I called Mr. Skittles at work and found out he was getting out earlier than I had expected and would be home soon.
Mr. Skittles was home by the time the psychiatrist called me. The doctor talked to me and heard what I had been thinking earlier and said he thought I should go do a voluntary admit at the local mental hospital. I was still crying but I said no. I would not spend Christmas in the hospital. Would not.
He talked to Mr. Skittles then for a while. Mr. Skittles said he had a short work day today and that I'm usually better when he's home. Doctor said he would work me in for an appointment on Monday. IF I get worse or have similar thoughts to what I'd already had though to take me in.
I've been in hospitals like that before and they're not happy places to be. They sure as heck don't have waterbeds like I'm used to sleeping on. I doubt they even have heated blankets.
So.. pray for me for a while or at least keep me in your thoughts. Believe me. I said some prayers on my own behalf last night.