OK. So, this is what kind of nutjob I am, OK?

I started my first day of partial hospitalization today. I was inpatient for 3 days in February, then did partial 4 more days.

That was February. This is November. I walk in the door. 5 people, therapists and the secretary and the nurse and whatnot, are clustered around the secretary's desk. All 5 of them look at me and go, "HI! I remember you!!"

LOL I must have been crazier back then than I even felt, to stand out that much!

The best part of today was the free breakfast and lunch ;-). Therapy-wise, it was pretty damn useless. It seems that I'm one of the saner people in the group, not to mention one of the only reasonably educated ones (apparently lots of high school dropouts have psych problems), so that made it interesting trying to figure out how to interact with people as well. And of course, we have a rainbow of differing diagnoses: There's a couple EXTREMELY bipolar, a couple depressed and anxious like me, and at least one schizo. Never know what's coming at any given minute!

The one thing groups like this always remind me of is that I could NEVER be a therapist. Ever. I think they earn the hard way every penny they make!

Anyway, that's that, and I'm in for a week. Wish me luck.

Candy