Jenny here. Another post from Rory in the hospital, that he hand wrote, on his second day there, I believe. This post is quite different from the last one. By this point, he had gotten one dose of the new medication combination, and he sounds much more positive. It’s funny what a well-placed pill and
TRIGGER ALERT: Jenny here. This post is full of triggers, I promise. Rory’s still in the hospital, but hand wrote this post, which I am posting on his behalf. He wrote it his first day in the hospital, before they gave him any new meds. Needless to say, he was still extremely suicidal at the
How do you possibly wrap your head around losing the one you love? By their own hand? I just don’t know. I can’t fathom. I mean, I have pictured it so many times in my head, because it’s always been a concern. Rory told me, even before we started dating (hours before, but still), that
I got to see him! I love how I’m always hit with how adorable he is when I don’t see him for a while. Like, how lucky am I to have him!?! He forgot to bring the blog posts he hand wrote to me, so we’ll have to put those up later. He was acting
He called me last night after the usual visiting hours. I couldn’t visit him yesterday, because patients are supposed to be there for 24 hours before getting any visitors. The perky charge nurse whom I talked to turned all soup nazi when I asked if Rory could have visitors last night. “It hasn’t been 24
TRIGGER ALERT: This whole post is likely a trigger. Don’t read it if you are sensitive to such things. I’m so tired that I’m shaky. That doesn’t help what I have to deal with. Last time, back in late January, we spent the afternoon at the hospital, and checked him in at evening time. The
What do you do when the person you love is in such a shape that they don’t trust themselves with themselves, having too many serious thoughts of suicide and more, and they want to go back into the psychiatric hospital? And said psychiatric hospital doesn’t have any spare beds? And you know that this person
Sitting here, crying my eyes out, I wonder why I haven’t killed myself. I have dreamt, wished and planned. I have tried. But I’ve never succeeded, thankfully. But it occurs to me: Why am I not dead yet? It struck me today; I participate in the slowest, most painful form of suicide possible. Living. I
Need help? In the U.S., call 1-800-273-8255 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline One of the questions I get the most often is; “What does it feel like to be suicidal?” I think people are trying to understand why I would want to kill myself, not once, but twice in my life. I’ve never had a good
So, we all know mental illness sucks. It sucks big time. But what do you do when you aren’t sure if you have mental illness? It’s a simple answer, with not so simple results. See a mental health professional. One with gobs of experience, preferably. This isn’t a scam to get you to spend money.
