Ok. I will harp on this one last time. Here I sit out the back of my parents house on a lovely summers eve as the sun goes down - FREE. No white walls, no constant room checks and no psychosis. Life, at this moment, is good. It is amazing what we take for granted until it is taken away. Tomorrow I will go home. I am so excited to be back in my flat by the ocean.

My pdoc made me hand in all my meds to my local pharmacy and have them hand them to me in weekly blasted packs. Annoying, and a violation of my freedom, but it shows to me my pdoc cares enough about me to make sure I am safe as can be during this transition period from hospital to home. Gosh, I must of freaked him out. He has never done this to me.