What I learned From Eight Weeks in a Hospital
First, let me say that my stay is far from over.
And second, I’ll clarify that this isn’t an inpatient stay.
Eight weeks ago, I started PHP (partial hospitalization program) at a hospital not fifteen minutes from my house.
Since then, I’ve graduated from PHP and moved on to IOP (Intensive outpatient program) in a room down the hall from the first program.
I was in PHP for what seemed like forever.
I was there so long that by the time my last day rolled around, I was the last person in the room from my original group. I was staring at unfamiliar faces, hearing unfamiliar stories, and was ready to get the heck out of there.
Leaving PHP that day was nerve-wracking but exciting. I could finally say I’ve made progress.
I started IOP the Wednesday after my last day in PHP, and I was nervous as all get out. The people in IOP were the same people from my original PHP group, but it was a whole new ball game. It was a new room, a new set up, a new counselor, and more days of me having to explain to people how I felt and why I felt that way.
I still have a couple weeks left in IOP, but I can tell I’m going to be ready to face the real world again when my stay is over.
