Indeed, I was in the hospital. From December 14 to today, I was in a psych hospital in the DC metro area.
It was a nightmare. But it was the right place for me. I feel better and more capable. I learned good coping skills. I caught naps when I could. Learned how to play Spades. Played several games of Sorry. Fell in love, or at least I thought I did. Of course, I won’t call her. I did give my number to my roommate Elliott, though. He saw my highs and lows on a daily basis.
I called in today intending to resign my job at 7-Eleven. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised when I was talked into working just one day a week as a means of getting some small income and some structured activity outside the house.
I’m meeting with people from the CSB and with my pastor and PCP in the coming days. I probably have some kind of social anxiety disorder.
My psychologist at the hospital recommended that I do structured activity, cut down on my addiction to my creative writing, and try to get some exercise.
I love you all, and missed you. I’ll resume the thread when I get back to bed.