Documenting my journey through the mental health system

Don’t look.

Don’t look at the mental hospital.

Don’t look at the signs in Sacred Heart pointing down the hall to the psych unit.

Every fucking day, triggers and flashbacks. Even flashbacks of the future.

I take my meds religiously. But my sleep meds are quickly losing their power. Even the Ativan is just not like it used to be. I have to double the dose for the same effect. And that still only gets me about 4 hours.

Things aren’t all bad. My stability is holding. Few voices, some clicking and buzzing but I work through it.

My house looks good. I have to do some work on my side yard. It’s a nice distraction.