Several years ago I was dangerously suicidal and wound up IP. I had to have a safety plan in place before I went home. I didn't have anyone to help keep my meds safe from me so we worked it out that they were in a lock box and my therapist had the only key. We went a long way, from him watching closely that I took the right meds and then he supervised less and less. It took a long time before my pdoc and therapist felt I could handle having all my meds again and I felt it was an earned privilege that I was proud of.

I would do the same thing again if needed.

Med safety is tough sometimes.