I had my 1200 meeting with my care coordinator and HT. It was to plan my discharge from the HT team, so that I can go back to normal care. It went well, I think, and we all agreed that I was a bit better - I'd had a shower and washed my hair, so that was one improvement. HT will reduce contact gradually, and discharge me next Monday; I can try driving on Wednesday as long as I'm not on too much lorazepam, which I'm not. So I'll do a short trip around the village to start with, and then build up to going to town. I have a prescription to cash in and a spare tyre to collect, so maybe I'll manage that on Thursday. I'm able to look ahead a bit, which I haven't been able to do at all for a month.
I think I'll have to cut down a bit on what I do, particularly when it comes to morning meetings and appointments. I must remember to say "I don't do mornings" rather than "I can't do mornings" - the latter makes it sound as though I'm a failure, whereas the former sounds like a positive decision, which I rather prefer.
I have the afternoon ahead of me, and it no longer feels scary to have an expanse of time to fill. I think I'm quite fortunate in that one night of good sleep can make such a difference. I know that in the past, I have improved enormously quickly if I can sleep. So, even if tonight isn't brilliant, I'm OK.
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?