Last night I’d had all I could tolerate of sitting alone in my deep depression and drove self to psych ER. 90 minutes and two alter switches later, I left never having been seen, went to a mall, and got my ears pierced (a second time) just before closing. Had therapy today and left bereft.
Tonight I called her back to safety plan. Guess where I’m supposed to be right now? Yup. Psych ER. I think I agreed to that around 6:30. It’s now 8pm. T got an agreement from the same 3 selves, but guess which is keeping us home? The one who choose the piercings
I see t tomorrow at 11. Idea was for me to stay the night in there and not get admitted, then see her. I also see my PNP tomorrow afternoon.