So life goes on. At least for now. I still cycle through my moods - emptiness, followed by some sadness or other, followed by moments when I think I'm managing OK. But I'm just cycling through. I don't know where I'm really headed yet.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again. Therapy is awfully hard work. This week I put in the strategies for The Plan. The Plan contains warning signs for when I get unwell, and what to do when that happens. After discussion with V last week, I have included hospitalisation as part of the plan, even if that means being on the High Needs unit(which is a locked down ward). I hate being in there, but have come to realise that it is probably the only safe place for me when I am very unwell. Is that progress?
Work has been OK. Despite budget cuts and a serious clamp down on spending, my application to attend a 4 day conference in Auckland in December was approved. You've got to celebrate the small victories these days.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again. Therapy is awfully hard work. This week I put in the strategies for The Plan. The Plan contains warning signs for when I get unwell, and what to do when that happens. After discussion with V last week, I have included hospitalisation as part of the plan, even if that means being on the High Needs unit(which is a locked down ward). I hate being in there, but have come to realise that it is probably the only safe place for me when I am very unwell. Is that progress?
Work has been OK. Despite budget cuts and a serious clamp down on spending, my application to attend a 4 day conference in Auckland in December was approved. You've got to celebrate the small victories these days.