There’s a Crack in Everything: Therapy Camp and Avoiding a Real Shit Show
My main goal for admitting myself to inpatient mental health care, the only one voluntarily on my ward, was to get myself back on a good med regimen.
I had taken myself off my meds in fall of 2019 because I foolishly thought I could make it without.
It’s like if I’m out in the rain long enough and my umbrella has never failed to keep me dry, I can fool myself into thinking that since I’m dry, it may not really even be raining. I may not…