Homewood Life

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Its hard, being at a mental health facility.  You don't feel normal.  Nothing is normal.  You go to groups to learn techniques to cope with your illness.  You eat cafeteria food.  You spend hours wondering what to do when you don't have group scheduled.  You try to socialize.  You're exhausted becaue you're trying to adjust to a new environment.  Everything is hard

I had an MRI for my back pain this weekend.  Im waiting for results.  Depending on the results I will be leaving Homewood.  If i have to pursue physio I want to be able to go home and see my usually physiotherapist.  I have been making a "home treatment plan" in case Homewood doesnt seem like the right fit. Ive been hsving doubts about it. 

I might have CFS (Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) which would explain a lot of my symptoms; the only treatment for it is pacing yourself though 

Some of my nurses say Im running away if i were to leave.  To me its not so much running away as trying a different treatment strategy.  Yes Homeowood is helpful, but I dont know if 8 weeks and a lot of money here are going to make that much difference.  If by the end of his week im still struggling I think I will go home.  The psychiatrist has assured me I can return whenever, if i change my mind.  

I got a roommate today.  Hopefully that goes okay. 

Just having a really hard time adjusting to hospital life.

Thanks so much to my friends that have been supporting me 

Jess
Location: Homewood Health Centre 150 Delhi Street, Guelph

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