JEKBreatheandBelieve
Diamond Member
It's been one of those days that get my brain all confused. I was supposed to start a partial hospitalization program today as part of my transition back from inpatient especially since my therapist is out of town for the next two weeks. The program rejected me saying after the amount of support I have had, I either haven't been using my skills or I need a different level of care. They even said that they don't usually take people back into the program (I have been there before), but I know that last time I was there in a room of about 10 people there were 2 or 3 who were not first-timers. And I distinctly remember them saying, they were always there if I needed a tune-up so to speak.
So I left there in tears, feeling like a failure. Feeling completely rejected. I drove home through tears. I ran into my house, slammed the door, and began yelling about how much I hate this life. I called and e-mailed my therapist and I continued crying. When my therapist e-mailed back, she said she doesn't have time to help me today. I am not surprised as she is getting ready to leave the country tomorrow. However, it felt like more rejection and I just responded with I don't care anymore. And at that moment it was true. I was feeling content to just sit on my bed, stare at the computer, cry, and just do nothing.
And that's just what I did for the last two hours. Then, I got an e-mail. It was from my local library giving me dates of when I can do a book talk and wishing me well. Acceptance. So while I am still very angry and upset about the partial program situation, I can see that glimpse of hope. Now if only I can find the energy to get up and start doing something. I really want to latch on to that acceptance and the hope that it brings. I don't want to fall back into the darkest places which is where I have been headed recently. Any words of encouragement or empathy are welcome.
So I left there in tears, feeling like a failure. Feeling completely rejected. I drove home through tears. I ran into my house, slammed the door, and began yelling about how much I hate this life. I called and e-mailed my therapist and I continued crying. When my therapist e-mailed back, she said she doesn't have time to help me today. I am not surprised as she is getting ready to leave the country tomorrow. However, it felt like more rejection and I just responded with I don't care anymore. And at that moment it was true. I was feeling content to just sit on my bed, stare at the computer, cry, and just do nothing.
And that's just what I did for the last two hours. Then, I got an e-mail. It was from my local library giving me dates of when I can do a book talk and wishing me well. Acceptance. So while I am still very angry and upset about the partial program situation, I can see that glimpse of hope. Now if only I can find the energy to get up and start doing something. I really want to latch on to that acceptance and the hope that it brings. I don't want to fall back into the darkest places which is where I have been headed recently. Any words of encouragement or empathy are welcome.