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Holy smokes...some terror stories here...I looved my IP stay. My lone complaint was the staff NP put me on Abilify then Resperidone, and it shot me into orbit, but he had to start somewhere and I finally discovered the right combo some months after discharge.
Chocolate cake -every day! But most importantly I finally got the correct diagnosis I had been searching for for 30yrs. Group was eye opening: three guys were picked up individually and admitted. During group they told their stories of addiction, family rejection and that they were pushing carts downtown. I realized at that point the only difference between them and me was, that for whatever reason, I was able to hang on just a teeny bit tighter than they were.
At 58 years old my clock was ticking. I was SO ready for this that I didn't notice some issues mentioned here. I needed to get better...I HAD to get better, and I didn't want to come back. If I didn't progress I might as well go downtown and pick out a nice cart because it was crunch time for me.
I was like Wiley Coyote standing at the very edge of the pointed cliff...you know how he looks at you with that one ear flopped over and that WTF face? My life's cracks were obvious now and widening fast. The whole shiteree was gonna break off and take me with it or, with the help of this staff, I could follow them off the edge, put some distance between me and the precipice and learn new positive behaviors.
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