Psych Ward

I spent my first stint in a psych ward last week. And after ten years of fighting against it, I was put on medication for what the Doctor diagnosed as clinical depression and anxiety. I have Ativan to be taken as needed for my anxiety and I'm on a daily dose of Celexa (citalopram). The Doctor and most of my nurses were surprised I'd stayed out of the system as long as I have, I've been struggling so long and I was in such bad shape by the time I made it into emergancy.

The psych ward was... interesting. I was emergancy for two and a half days before they moved me over to the ward and they kept forgetting about me - I didn't get any of my meals on time at all the first day I was in (Sunday the 17th). They moved me from 10mg to 20mg of Celexa on the third day, the same day they moved me over to the ward and I slept most of the day and woke up with tremors and no appetite - two rather rare side-effects of Celexa. The tremors have mellowed since, but I still have little to no appetite - I get hungry, but can't bring myself to eat. It's very weird. I'm used to overeating ALL the time; that and a lack of sleep were some of the side-effects of my depression.

Vegetarian food in the hospital is pretty nasty, which didn't help the loss of appetite that the Celexa has caused. Although the butterscotch pudding was really good - I'm pretty sure they were using the standard Jello brand, going to buy some when Mum and I have money again.

Unfortunately the day I came home, we found out our house had been broken into either the night before or that morning and all my camera equipment, my laptop, tablet, everything, had been stolen. I feel like the theif stripped away all my purpose and I'm left feeling rather raw and destroyed.

Right now I'm just trying to settle back in and figure out where things go from here.

Love and Kisses,
Andro Angel