Telling my family this morning was extremely frustrating. dad just made a joke out of everything and then got angry, mom already new about the depression so it didn't come as much as a surprise but when my psychiatrist told her that she felt I needed to be in hospital as I had told her I wanted to die and was refusing to take any medication that was when she got angry and made it personal but my shrink was brilliant and managed to make her see that my life is unstable and that I desperately need medical help before it ends my life.
I told mom I thought it was a good idea for me to spend some time in hospital because I can't see myself getting any better or willing to take the meds on a daily basis, that I felt I couldn't control my bulimia any more and that it is making me extremely ill and that I wanted to take some time out from uni in order to deal with my health.
dad left and I havn't seen him all morning.
The outcome of all this is that I am going to become an outpatient on the psych ward so that meds can be overlooked, I have to take part in group therapy and I have to go to the bulimia clinics on a weakly basis which I desperately need but dread.
everything is going to get better one day
smirfy
