Last weekend I spent 24 hours in the hospital.
Triggers - things that we can't control but which have an effect on our mood - can still hit us and I was hit hard. My mood slipped down into a depression. Watching it closely my husband and I monitored it, waiting patiently, for it to come back up to a level place.
It didn't.
And so I (with my husband) made the decision to go in and get checked out at the local emergency room to make sure my medications were still working and to ensure that I was safe.
My meds were checked, some additional community supports were arranged, and now I'm home,
Why Am I telling this story?
Because it's real. Because this is a daily, weekly, or monthly struggle for so many people living with mental illness and I know that I am not alone.
Because I hated how I felt and I know that it is incredibly difficult to talk about or open up about it. And I know that I am not the only one who has been faced with making the decision to return to a hospital, a place that in itself can be a major trigger.
Because I know that it's normal to have ups and downs when you are in recovery/post crisis mode and I want to wash away the shame and embarrassment that clings to me at the thought of even mentioning where I've been and why.
Because I want to pull myself out of the pit of depression and I find it helpful to write about my experiences, my thoughts, and my emotions.
I don't want to be bipolar. But I am and it is okay to be me.
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