its been a real rough couple of months. last week i finally could not take another day of sadness confusion and hurt. i was admitted to the hospital and had to stay. i spend the whole day down stairs in the er being watched by cameras and security. i had a horrible metal breakdown. the tears could build a lake. i have alot on my shoulders right now and had no idea how to deal or cope. wen i got admitted up stairs to the mental health unit i lost it. i felt so scared and alone. o wanted nothing more than to go home. i missed my son i missed my friends and family. the worst part is that i couldnt go anywhere. this place felt like prison. the next morning i met with so many doctors nurses counslers. this was a start to my recovery. finally at last later in the day i got discharged from their and admitted into the partial hospital were finally got the help i really needed. i am no longer their i discharged myself and am pursuing and alternate route for recovery. i am getting their one day at a time. their are days that i just wana crawl up in a ball and cry my day away. but i gotta be strong not only for me but for that lil boy. you know their is a problem wen your baby wipes your tears away and says dont cry mommy it will be ok. thank you to all my support i appreciate it more than words can explain. i love you all so much