ironic, but i kinda knew it. (at least i got rid of the depression... but is it just because the hospital seems a safe place?)
this visit was not useful.
i will keep taking risperdal so they let me out, and then stop using it.
if only i had known about their med politics before i admitted myself.
now i need a lot of coffee to be functional. the drowsiness isn't too bad, but it's very uncomfortable anyway.
i, however, learned that i have to love myself to get better, i did not know that before. because as long as you do things for others without having the love for yourself, you kill _you_ more and more each minute.
i'm only starting my recovery, but reaching a few good milestones.