Hello, I thought I’d start by saying hi. It’s been the worst time of my life. I went into hospital in March and came out in May. The staff were horrible, some were nice. I was in a mixed ward. I met people there who were so loud. I got on with them, but it was way too loud. But I felt like I hit rock bottom. My friends all ran to see me. I can’t say I’m OK. I lost some weight because the food in there was horrible. I can’t speak the same way. I have psychosis now. It’s hard to get my head around.
I had a massive breakdown and manic episode and met some extra unique people, but I went to a mixed ward. I had been in hospital before, but this was different. A strange time. I never thought I would get out.
I’m on aripiprazole and antidepressants now that make me drowsy, but I have a lot of recovering to do. I feel like I don’t want to live at home anymore. I live with my dad, but he’s going to sell up.
I have no idea what to say, but I can say I’m recovering. It’s been a hell of a lot to go through. I’ve got amazing friends, but it’s just been like they came to feed me and everything. It’s a lot to go through. I can’t really make somebody, I don’t think I’m going to be able to work. I’m watching, really remembering. I deferred from uni. Like, I’m recovering.
Love y’all ❤️










