On 22 September, I finally did it, sunflowers. I had a talk with my parents. Told them I want to be admitted into a psychiatry ward bcs i dont feel safe nor good living in my college dorm, my parents’ house and our apartment. Theres just something about it that I just cant ever feel at ease. They agreed, surprisingly, and wanted to help me. They contacted some friends who are in the psychiatric department and booked a session. Now that thats done, im not entirely sure what to feel. Half of me is happy that I finally can share everything to someone and another part is scared and afraid and a lil paranoid. But then again when do I ever not feel that way. Its 1st October now, and im not saying that just because September is over is the reason I dont feel good anymore but honestly, thats just what it is haha I have or had some minor episodes, throughout the day but I can still manage to mask it with a smile or able to crack a joke. One time, I did feel like going back to my classes, but I know for a fact I’d tumble down the same depressive lane and fall right back into the dark hole. Incredible metaphor there wow I never thought I have that skill. So im on a plane to…somewhere hahaha im not telling you sunflowers of my location. Its for a holiday for me and my mom. My dad has a conference there. I’ll be there for 4 days i think. i’ll update on that in a bit. So about the appointment with a psychiatrist, my mom says she booked a slot the day after we arrived home from the place we’re going. if that makes sense to you. so more on that in a few days!
xx,
YZ.
Strength for me and you , 