09/23/2024
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Cheers to being out of the mental hospital for a year and in a much better place, but if you haven’t read this yet you might like to:
My boyfriend lovingly checked me into a mental hospital this week. I got out yesterday. And I'm not telling you this because it's good for any future political endeavor or my reputation. But because you knowing that I was there is more important to me than any of that. And because I'm strong enough to be vulnerable and to tell you.
Because one day you might really need help.
One day you might not know where to go.
Or how to get home.
One day you might not want to be alive.
One day your heart could break so bad you don't know how to fix it.
One day you might not trust yourself in a sh*tty moment.
Or one day you could finally break.
And I just want you to know getting the help you need is the bravest thing you can do. And I don't mean that in a pat you on the head 'good job champ' kind of way. I mean it.
It is the bravest.
The absolute bravest.
I have pretty significant PTSD, enough of an ADHD issue for three people and the most tender heart this earth ever made. These things dont make me bad, or unworthy or dangerous. They just make me a human. A lil human with a soft heart.
One day I will talk more about this experience. For now I just wanted you know as quickly as possible that I was there. And it was ok that I was there. And that if you ever need to seek crisis management type help... that I did too.
I took home every print out with mental health tips and coping resources I could find to share with you all. In the event you need to cope... with this wild wild country we live in. I will share those soon too.
And if you want to share this feel free...
Because we all need to know we're not alone ♥️
In solidarity,
Your brave and tender friend... covered in grass.
My boyfriend took this while we waited to check in. We watched the sunset next to some dreamy Sage plants and I laid in the grass, looking at the sky, wondering how I got here. To this nervous breakdown place. He then told me I was covered head to toe in dead grass and I just cried laughing about how perfect it would be to check in exactly like this. Like I was just rolling around in a field or maybe down a very large hill. Like this is how this facility will expect me. It would actually be weirder to NOT be covered head to toe in grass. Sigh. The mental imagine of checking in completely covered in grass still is my favorite thing. What a week.
Oh and PS- Im much much better now. The facility I was at was called Mesa Springs, it's in Fort Worth, I really liked it. And I have alot of new tender heart friends with ADHD just as bad as mine. ✌🏼♥️
