A crazy few weeks

I sunk into a really deep depression a few weeks ago and ended up in the hospital. Bob said he noticed a depression for the past few months, that I slowly lost interest in everything that matters in life. The thing is, I've been dealing with this for so long, I don't really I'm depressed until it's really bad. Makes sense to Dr. K. Needless to say, I wanted to die, to put it bluntly. I ended up signing myself into the hospital, as I didn't feel safe around myself. I couldn't trust myself to not do anything.

So, it was actually a good experience and I've learned a lot of different coping skills and positive things about myself. There were lots of group therapies throughout the day and they were very helpful.

I was happy to be home, the kids missed me so much, and I missed them. I was able to work on getting better without any distractions. They increased my abilify from 10mg to 15mg, which made me feel better, but still not close to 100%. Dr. K increased it to 30% and now I'm on top of my game, feeling about 95% better. I am where I need to be at the moment, and that's it, I live for the moment, and not worry about the future.