Five days. Five days is all it took to save me from myself. Five days in an anxiety ridden place. Five days separated from the stress. Five days apart from the place that I call home.
As you know, I am not always the happiest of people. The world can seem like a dark place and I don’t always know why. You have helped me in so many ways, and I am more grateful than you know, but, as you have figured out, one day it all became too much. The stress, the anxiety, the depression… it was overbearing.
That day I checked myself into an inpatient program, knowing I needed time to breathe and figure out a way to stop repressing my emotions. After all, this wasn’t the first time I was in this situation, but that story is for another time.
You met me in …show more content…
He was like a tractor, his actions and gestures were precise and automatic, his facial expressions seemed calculated. It all seemed to be routine, like he truly was a machine. I can’t remember him smiling once as he checked my blood pressure and temperature. He could tell I was anxious, even commented on it, and then sent another nurse to fetch me some food. I was brought a turkey sandwich with mayo and lettuce, a four pack of Oreos, and a chocolate chip granola bar. I couldn’t eat without feeling worse, so I asked for sleeping pills and knocked right …show more content…
Luckily, they had an open seat, the only open one I saw besides the sofas. I introduced myself, as did they, and sat down. The conversation was sparse but I could already tell these would be my “friends” when I was here, they seemed the most sane to say the least. There was a pot of black coffee on the table as well as a pitcher of orange juice and they directed me to where my plate of food was, as well as silverware and mugs. I was given a fried egg with a slice of burnt toast and a bruised banana as well as a sheet in which I would choose my meals for the remainder of the day. All the options were the typical cliche cafeteria food, from mac and cheese, which I found out wasn’t half bad, to peanut butter and
As you know, I am not always the happiest of people. The world can seem like a dark place and I don’t always know why. You have helped me in so many ways, and I am more grateful than you know, but, as you have figured out, one day it all became too much. The stress, the anxiety, the depression… it was overbearing.
That day I checked myself into an inpatient program, knowing I needed time to breathe and figure out a way to stop repressing my emotions. After all, this wasn’t the first time I was in this situation, but that story is for another time.
You met me in …show more content…
He was like a tractor, his actions and gestures were precise and automatic, his facial expressions seemed calculated. It all seemed to be routine, like he truly was a machine. I can’t remember him smiling once as he checked my blood pressure and temperature. He could tell I was anxious, even commented on it, and then sent another nurse to fetch me some food. I was brought a turkey sandwich with mayo and lettuce, a four pack of Oreos, and a chocolate chip granola bar. I couldn’t eat without feeling worse, so I asked for sleeping pills and knocked right …show more content…
Luckily, they had an open seat, the only open one I saw besides the sofas. I introduced myself, as did they, and sat down. The conversation was sparse but I could already tell these would be my “friends” when I was here, they seemed the most sane to say the least. There was a pot of black coffee on the table as well as a pitcher of orange juice and they directed me to where my plate of food was, as well as silverware and mugs. I was given a fried egg with a slice of burnt toast and a bruised banana as well as a sheet in which I would choose my meals for the remainder of the day. All the options were the typical cliche cafeteria food, from mac and cheese, which I found out wasn’t half bad, to peanut butter and