Waiting on a call

Things further unfurled.

My anxiety and restlessness kept me up at night. My concentration deteriorated. While I was away in Sydney this long weekend I started to hear a voice. It gave me compelling reasons to die sooner rather than later. The reasons started making sense. I'm waiting on a call now to say that there's a bed for me at The Melbourne Clinic.

I'm hopeful it's a short stay. I'm hopeful it will just be a simple medication change or even a short round of ECT and I'll bounce right back. I'm hopeful, and that has to count for something, right?

I'm sorry then if it's a while between posts. I'll write when I can.