Monday, November 14, 2011

Two Years

This past week marked my "anniversary".  Married people have them, alcoholics have them, recovering smokers have them, and by golly, this crazy lady has one.

It has been two years since I have been "locked up" in a hospital for suicidal urges and cutting. It's the longest period of time I've spent outside a hospital since I was 18.  I'm kind of excited about it.  I was diagnosed with anxiety when I was 15, and that diagnosis blossomed into a beautiful Bipolar II Disorder by the time I reached 19.  I have been on a lot of meds, tried a lot of therapies, and have even had ECT (otherwise known as "shock therapy").  It's been quite a journey.

Over the course of the next few blog entries, I think I'm going to look at this in a little more depth.  It may be helpful to people out there, or it may just be cathartic for me.  Either way, it'll get a little sun and fresh air.  We'll walk it around the grounds, see if it's having a good day....