Getting Back To Normality: Being Home Again

I am finally back home. In my own room, on my own computer drinking a nice glass of chilled white wine. I am only having one glass though as my psych said I could drink in moderation and I presume one glass to be moderation.

It’s been a strange day. I have had so many people make me sign different pieces of paper; care plans, crisis plans, therapy plans, therapy contracts etc etc etc. that I haven’t known if I’m coming or going. All I do know is that 2 people from the crisis team are coming to see me at 2pm tomorrow and then again at 11am on Sunday. I have the telephone number of the ‘gateway worker’ (basically the out of hours nurse who mans the telephone) and the crisis team in case I need extra support. I am seeing Gavin the CMHN on Monday morning to discuss my care plan and where to go from here.

It seems as if people are worried about me being discharged. In fact they wanted to keep me in longer but there was a shortage of beds and the crisis team reckon they can do intensive home treatment, so who was I to complain? I am determined to go onto the straight and narrow and this evening mark the start of that. I ate dinner and haven’t thrown up, I am only having one glass of wine and I have taken all my meds like a good little girl.

I am in the process of writing a post on self-harm but it’s got very, very long already and I’m only half-way through it so I may split it into two posts. Watch this space.

Ruth