This is a very painful piece about my last hospitalisation. I was psychotic (due to type 1 bipolar disorder). I took an overdose and went into a coma. Machines kept me breathing until I breathed on my own. They said I was lucky to wake up at all, and very lucky to live without brain damage. I'm still trying to heal.
I hope I conveyed the hope I have here for recovery and a new life. I'm trying to face my illness with courage and face each day as a battle instead of looking ahead to much. It's a hard road, but I think I'm doing better. It's been almost three months now, and I'm trying to put my life back together. I'm back at uni, studying and I'm on new antipsychotics that work for the first time in six years.