Finding the answers – part 1 – bad night
This is day one of my experience at the clinic for the depressed and the anxious.
There are 8 of these, so in the next week, I’ll be posting pages from the diary I kept while staying there.
Pictures will be uploaded together with most posts.
The first two entries don’t have hours attatched, sadly. But all the other ones, you’ll be able to tell what time I wrote things.
Lastly, a separate entry for a list will be added around day 2-3. Future entries references the list.
Anyhow! Without further ado, here it, unedited, the way god intended.
Had a bad night, last night. It ended up with me having to go to the hospital, just to get something to calm me down. I’ve had worse stress, but this was pretty bad.
I woke up very early that morning (5am) to my mom calling me about the trip I was supposed to have taken, to Uppsala. Since I was high on whatever they gave me at the hospital, I was in no condition to embark on a train ride to Uppsala.
Reason why I had to go there was for my transition from man to woman.
I was very disappointed in myself, when I finally woke up around 10am. Depression and stress.
A few days earlier, I had decided that I would put myself into a home, and the process of doing so started this morning. I called my aunt (who is my contact person) about what I had done last night, about my trip to the hospital.
She’s said that I did the right thing.
Long story short, we’re now on our way to Hudiksvall, where the home is. And we’re going to discuss a plan once we get there. How long I will be staying, etc.
It’s a pretty cool place, but I have to say that I was really stressed out for a while. Still haven’t gotten a plan, so to speak, pertaining to how long I will be staying. That comes tomorrow. Hopefully, I’ll get to go outside too. They’re forcing me to stay inside, for the time being. But seeing as I am currently drugged up, that’s understandable.
Will be doing meditation and thinking as soon as I’ve gotten something to eat.