I'm back from my business trip. It was OK. I did what I had to do. And it was a relief when it was all over. So that doesn't necesarily explain why a day later, I started spiralling until I hit rock bottom on Thursday. Incidently, I had a appointment with V (part of the intensive sessions until my parents get here), so I went in and V knew right away something wasn't right.
She managed to persuade me to walk with her to another building on the hospital grounds to see a pdoc. Well, 2 pdocs. You need 2 pdocs to get sectioned/certified. So before I knew what was happening, I was once again back behind locked doors in the High Needs Unit with 4 other patients.
I can't go into it right now. I'm still trying to get my head around getting back into my routine and stuff. I was only discharged this morning.
I'll post more when I can.