NeoSilex

Wednesday was my first day of school after getting home a therapeutic hospital.
          	Well, let's start with why I was in the hospital in the first place. On Sunday (the 24th of Jan) night, I had a relapse of my depression. My father triggered my relapse, which I am usually able to control myself from. This time, I wasn't as strong.
          	Sunday night, I reached for ibuprofen. With shaky hands I poured some pills into my hand. It started with only six. I gulped them down with tears stinging my eyes. A minute later I upped it to ten pills. Not a big overdose in my opinion but to everyone else it was.
          	I looked up the lethal dosage of ibuprofen and wasn't shocked that I had taken 1/3 of the lethal dosage. Next, I wrote a note to my sister saying that if I start vomiting or lose consciousness to call 911, she read the letter. I called my mom to talk about moving with her.
          	That conversation was two hours long, but it was needed. She told me to go to the councilor at school on Monday. I listened to her instructions and went.
          	The cops came, an ambulance came and took me away. I went to the hospital and was sitting in the bed, refusing to see anyone, for eleven hours. I was then transferred to a therapeutic hospital where I spent the next eight days.
          	While I was there I was diagnosed with major depression, ADHD, mildly-severe social anxiety, and anxiety. I finally got the pills I have needed for five years.
          	The first day back was interesting to say the least. A lot of people ran up to me and hugged me. I felt so loved in the moment.  I started running around to get my grades situated because I dropped from a 4.0 to a 2.6 GPA. I couldn't/can't stand that. The second of third part of the school day I hung out with two friends. And to finish my school day I hung out with five other friends.
          	So, all and all, the outside world is better than a hospital that strips you of everything you have and you are under strict watch and under strict rules.
          	And now I get triggered very easily.

fearlessnerd456

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DaPlatypus

Hi! So I've been reading one of your Mavin Fanfics and it's really good! I like it a lot. Anyways, I was wondering if maybe you could check out mine? Idk but anyways your a very good writer. So ya <3

DaPlatypus

:) <3
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NeoSilex

@DaPlatypus Thank you for your kind words :) I will do my best for your request
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NeoSilex

Wednesday was my first day of school after getting home a therapeutic hospital.
          Well, let's start with why I was in the hospital in the first place. On Sunday (the 24th of Jan) night, I had a relapse of my depression. My father triggered my relapse, which I am usually able to control myself from. This time, I wasn't as strong.
          Sunday night, I reached for ibuprofen. With shaky hands I poured some pills into my hand. It started with only six. I gulped them down with tears stinging my eyes. A minute later I upped it to ten pills. Not a big overdose in my opinion but to everyone else it was.
          I looked up the lethal dosage of ibuprofen and wasn't shocked that I had taken 1/3 of the lethal dosage. Next, I wrote a note to my sister saying that if I start vomiting or lose consciousness to call 911, she read the letter. I called my mom to talk about moving with her.
          That conversation was two hours long, but it was needed. She told me to go to the councilor at school on Monday. I listened to her instructions and went.
          The cops came, an ambulance came and took me away. I went to the hospital and was sitting in the bed, refusing to see anyone, for eleven hours. I was then transferred to a therapeutic hospital where I spent the next eight days.
          While I was there I was diagnosed with major depression, ADHD, mildly-severe social anxiety, and anxiety. I finally got the pills I have needed for five years.
          The first day back was interesting to say the least. A lot of people ran up to me and hugged me. I felt so loved in the moment.  I started running around to get my grades situated because I dropped from a 4.0 to a 2.6 GPA. I couldn't/can't stand that. The second of third part of the school day I hung out with two friends. And to finish my school day I hung out with five other friends.
          So, all and all, the outside world is better than a hospital that strips you of everything you have and you are under strict watch and under strict rules.
          And now I get triggered very easily.

fearlessnerd456

@NeoSilexMorgan You can message me whenever you want. Just so you know. If you want to talk to somebody, I'm here.
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BeccaRaeCarter

"Mama told me not to waste my life,
          She said spread your wings my little butterfly
          Don't let what they say keep you up at night
          And they can't detain you
          'Cause wings are made to fly
          And we don't let nobody bring us down
          No matter what you say – it won't hurt me
          Don't matter if I fall from the sky
          These wings are made to fly" ~little Mix "Wings" <3

BeccaRaeCarter

@NeoSilexMorgan ur welcome love!
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NeoSilex

@FearlessLittleAngel1 Aww ^^
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