Recovery

Eight days at an intensive therapeutic program at the local hospital. A change in medication. Transfer to a short-term program at another hospital. I've begun to turn the corner and hope is interjected into my spirit and emotional well-being. There were emails, phone calls, visits, beach friends and pool friends/neighbors for support and encouragement. I've collected loads of stories along the way. While many are on summer vacation, I am doing a tour of the local mental health system. It's quite an adventure!

I've learned (re-learned) many coping mechanisms and met many dedicated professionals and others like me. I feel less alone and less fearful. Knowing that I should not have waited so long to ask for help, is a huge awakening. These services and programs are for us to access. Going forward, I'll be less stoic and independent knowing that I do not have to hit bottom until I seek help. The depression is improving more quickly than I imagined it would. My heart and soul are grateful. My body is able to do more.

Thank you each and every one of you for your kindness, support and belief in me. And for those who do not get it, may you and yours never reach the level of despair I endured for so long. Peace and blessings to each of you. I look forward to having more time to write about our journey together.