From inside the cuckoos' nest
The blog below was written while I was in the hospital. I was admitted to a psychiatric ward following a severe relapse, where I had convinced myself that the best thing for everyone was for me to take my own life. I entertained the fantasy of ending the pain and not surprisingly it ended in a hospital stay. Thankfully, I am now in a much better place and I hope that this is a distant memory. Before hospital, I felt exactly as my little Ava did ... trapped! I never thought I would have to spend time in a psychiatric institution. That's actually a lie. I knew that the likelihood of me ending up in a psych ward was fairly high, given my diagnosis. So here I am and I have to say, that my time here has proven to me that we should never judge a book by its cover. When you think of psychiatric wards you think of women wailing, people running down the halls naked, and men who talk to themselves. So far, I can tick two out of three things off that list. Thankfully...