I had a completely emotional therapist session today. It was my first one since my attempt last weekend. I cried most of the way through. So the therapist starts talking about putting me in a hospital. Since I can't promise I won't hurt myself, she asks another therapist to come in and talk to me. We talked for about 20 minutes and he says that he thinks I should go to a hospital. I say ok and he starts calling.

Despite how large this city is, there are only 2 small psych wards. There are no beds available and 17 ppl waiting in the ER to get into a bed. So he develops plans B & C. Plan B - I stay at a family member's house til Thursday. Plan C- He involuntarily commits me and I sit in an ER waiting with everyone else. So I call my sister and ask if I can stay with her and her hubbie. She says yes and I avoid the hospital.

So I'm at her house with my dog and her hubbie sleeping on the couch. I do have to be back at the clinic tomorrow morning at 7:30 to try to talk to a doctor. The doc at the ER prescribed me two meds and I've been prescribed different meds by the clinic so I don't know what to take.

I'm just exhausted. Psychology/emotional stuff is stressful and exhausting. Holy cow.