My Healing Journey
"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." This summer I suffered a severe mental breakdown that put me in behavioral health hospital for a little over a week. The quote above was written outside my door. This had been building for the past decade or two and our present conditions made the perfect storm for everything to burst open. It was a sinking feeling when my primary care physician looked at me and said, "There's nothing more I can do to help you." She told my friend who had taken me to see her that morning to take me directly to Behavioral Health Hospital on Billingsly, don't go home to get anything, don't stop on the way. She told me based on all I had spilled to her that I didn't have time, that I could only go on a few more months in the condition I was in mentally. I was assessed by many doctors and nurses. I had to strip, searched and put on scrubs to make sure ...