I got home late this morning from spending five days on the psych ward.

All of the hassles with Sean finally got to me, and my meds needed adjusting anyways, so it was time to check in for a short stay and ensure my stability. I have a feeling this will happen off and on over the rest of my life.

Apparently they determined during my stay that I am NOT bipolar. I have Major Depressive Disorder, just like Sam does, and, of course, I'm still Borderline. Just like Sam. His and Hers Mental Illnesses! Yeehaw! ;)

Seriously, though, I feel a lot better. I see bright things on the horizon again instead of doom and gloom, woe and death. This is a Good Thing .

Sorry to anybody who was worried, this is kind of the way it is with a mentally ill friend. :)