There I was, minding my own mental health business when someone I know (read my husband of the last 20 years who is growing on me) suggested I travel with … Continue reading Rural Mental Health 911
50 minutes later, via many diversions down alleys due to flooded streets, I’m finally wheeled into the mental hospital. I’m starting to think that now, finally, I can get some rest and get my meds. I’m starting to go through withdrawal. It’d been 36 hours since I’d taken them.
In the first three years of my diagnosis with Bipolar One, I was often rushed to the emergency room. Most of the time it was my family worried that I … Continue reading My Bipolar Experience with the ER