***note, my husbands name is not Jake, but because my user name is from 16 candles, when I blog hes "Jake Ryan"
Hey guys, sorry I was MIA this week.
I had a huge anxiety episode last Sunday. Few different triggers, but we think the biggest is the anniversary of my biological father’s death coming up, Jake’s job change, and just some issues I have feeling rejected (my perception, nothing he is doing). I also had a horrific migraine which made the anxiety a lot worse.
I ended up going to the hospital Sunday morning, because the pain was so bad. While there, I basically lost it. Just sobbing, etc.
They sent in a social worker to see me and talk to me. I spilled everything. EVERYTHING. She was so nice.
She asked me if I felt I would benefit from going to a psychiatric hospital for a few days, to get some INTENSIVE therapy, get some med changes with a psychiatrist, and just to get a break for a bit.
I think I may have jumped at the opportunity. I was such an emotional mess it wasn’t even funny. So they sent me to a really great facility about 100 miles from where I live. I was treated with dignity, respect and validated. I participated FULLY in everything, just trying to soak up as much as I could.
Only bummer was when we had one long break in the afternoon, I apparently fell asleep during an SVU marathon and was snoring, loudly and I believe, from what two patients were teasing about, I farted a few times. *snicker* I did have a great roommate, the other patients were great. It was wonderful being to talk openly, without fear of being looked down on. The therapists there were AMAZING.
I met with my psychiatrist every day, they did adjust my meds, added two new ones. I had a great therapist there, who spent 2 hours with me on one day. The group therapies were great as were the activity therapies. I felt like hell Sunday night going in, Monday wasn’t much better, but by Tuesday, Jake said I sounded like the old me again.
It’s not something I ever thought I’d *want* to do, but I was desperate at the moment Sunday, and I’m so glad I did. I went voluntarily, and I got a lot out of it, especially coping skills.
They released me yesterday. I have therapy appointments set up already for myself, and an appointment with my new psychiatrist.
I had no cell phone or internet access in there, hence my inability to get online.
Jake has been absolutely amazing through all of this. So supportive and just wanted to see me get help so I can get better and move forward with my healing process.
I have to say, I met some great people, some kind of weird folk (OMG, LOL). The food was pretty damn good, but they fed us so much I think I gained 10 pounds. I got to get back into Yoga, which I’m going to continue because I felt great doing it. I’m all zen now, LOL.
So I’m back, I’m feeling 1000 times better, and I’ve got a great plan moving forward.