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Originally Posted by avlady
Intergal, this is avlady, i am taking your advise too, and am going to do whatever the**** i want to this week. i also feel like Bipolar1, and I feel like i can't handle anything, i mean i just feel like i can't take it anymore. I think it started last week when i found out my sister was flying in from North Carolina, and she had to go home instead on the day of the flight because there was a mechanical issue with the plane. She missed the family party, which did turn out fun, but i didn't get to see her, which was the only reason i went to the party anyway. The thing is i can't handle crowds and kids, I get all nervous around people and it knocks me into next week. I aam sitting here wondering if i should put myself in the pshyc ward, or maybe i'll get over it soon, i guess i'll have to wait and see.
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Know the feeling, avlady. Over the past few weeks, I was ready, twice, to put myself in, but meds don't work for me and if I can help it, I don't want some dipstick doctor shooting me up with stuff that's going to make v-e-r-y sick. I'm like you, too, with crowds and kids. Just bolt the door, eat what you like(even if the food police don't think it's healthy), read, watch TV, listen to music that puts you in a good mood(or sad, if you need to cry).
There is a time and a place when being in a psych unit might be the most prudent, safest and smartest thing any of us can do but only each of us knows when that moment might be. I've never been in the military but I swear I've got steel b***s. I've ridden out horrible, unbearable manias and in the process, probably killed off millions of brain cells. I'm not bragging about being tough; it's just the way I'm built. My dad instilled the survival instinct in me and his life lessons are the only reason I'm still alive.