by Tammy Ozolins
This is what the doctor told me during my first hospitalization. I thought it was like a cut and all I had to do was put a band aid on it and I would be good to go.
I told the doctor I have things to do, so let’s just get this fixed.
I truly did not accept my mental illness at this point. I took my medicine. But once I started to feel better, I stopped. Why? Because I thought I knew what was best for me.
Boy, was I wrong!… Read more...