Crisis house was a disaster and led to a disassociation state by which I attempted to take my life (twice, once in there and once a day or so after). Wife went ballistic when she found out what had happened and is causing all manner of stink in terms of complaints and advising those who have been supporting me long term through these times.

I'm not a happy bunny to be back on a ward... for the past two weeks those around me (along with myself) have been trying to keep me out but, these things happen :/

The ward in particular is very different to what I've experienced prior to this - I have my own room with it's own toilet and shower... so on the + side, it's nice and quiet... on the - side however, not much interaction with others nor staff. The latter bit is double edged as in some ways I'm quite grateful not to have to communicate all that much... I really need the space (and safety) to try to clear up the muddle my brain is in right now.