For context, see my initial post here.

I’ve made a plan with my therapist, and I’ll be admitting myself. I’ve also been advised that given some recent behaviors and events, it’s in my best interest to be evaluated for bipolar disorder or borderline personality disorder (yay ;-;). Whatever happens, I’m mentally prepared to step through the doors and allow myself to seek treatment. Maybe all I need is a change in medication, or a place where I feel safe enough to process my emotions and work through them. Regardless, I understand what to expect, and I’m confident that it’s what I need right now. I can’t get by just letting things happen as they are currently, because I’m only continuing to get worse without proper treatment. I’ll likely make a new post when I’m discharged about my experience. See y’all on the other side.

  • magic_smokeEnglish
    12·
    1 year ago

    Good luck, and be safe!

    Hope ya find the help you need. <3

  • wezzzyEnglish
    2·
    19 days ago

    Howdid it go? i did not see a post hope all went well and it worked out for you :)

    • SophienomenalOPEnglish
      2·
      19 days ago

      Oh, I forgot to make a follow up post, sorry. I was a little frazzled so it just didn’t cross my mind when I got released. Overall, it was what I needed. I was there for 8 days total. Was it fun? No. Did I feel like I was in prison? Somewhat. I was placed into a space where I was safe from myself and allowed to heal. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder Type I, and was prescribed medication (including an antipsychotic) to help treat it. I was placed on a stronger antidepressant. Those things, along with being surrounded by other people who were in the same boat as me, allowed me the time to heal enough that I was no longer a danger to myself. Of course, I still had (and have) much healing to do, and I’ve since been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (real fun one, there), so that’s been…a journey. But admitting myself was the right decision in that moment, and I’m very glad I did. As a result, I’m still here and unharmed by myself. I can’t say what would have happened if I’d neglected to get help back then when I needed it, but I can only imagine things would have gone worse.

      I got what I needed out of it, and I’m still here today, so all things considered, I’d say it went about as well as it could’ve.