Well, as many of you may know, I tried to commit suicide last Monday. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on one's perspective, I was interrupted. But, since I had written my last will (considered a "suicide note") I was taken to a hospital, and after being asked a few times if I were to be released would I attempt to do that again, and when my response was a "hell yeah," I was placed on an involuntary 5150 hold (California speak for lock up in a psych ward)!
More later. I was released today, have lots to say about the "visit" to the "ward" and a lot of comments about who family and friends REALLY are in this world. I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder, and given lots of medication that really helped. Who didn't help, were family, and many of my friends. That was the real shocker. Fortunately, I started a diary when I took the pills to kill myself, and continued it through the hospitalization as well as the psych lock up. I will have a few posts over the next few days (oh, let's not get depressed over Labor Day, LOL), but I am glad to be in my own home with clean sheets and clean clothes, and no more maniacs in the house!!!!!