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
Lots of people ask how I am doing. I truly appreciate the fact that they know that I, too, am going through something difficult with all of this. I usually answer with an, “I’m okay,” or, “Eh, so so,” with a slight shake of my head. I’ve never been one to hide how I’m feeling
Along with everyone I know reaching out to me and being supportive (and wanting me to pass message after message of support on to Rory), many of them have also shared their own stories. Either they themselves have a mental illness, or are or have been very close to someone who has. I’m pretty sure
[Guest post by Jenny, aka The Girlfriend.] I battle anxiety generally, and deal with much stronger (read: debilitating) anxiety and panic attacks on a less regular basis. I’ve had a couple of minor bouts with depression. But the rest of the time, I’m a very functional adult. Having had my own experiences with the above,
