i'm so emotional, i don't even have the words. i'm 18 years old, and when i was first referred into adult mental health services, i nosedived straight into crisis and was with my CMHT for about 2 weeks before being passed onto my local crisis team. i spent the next 6 weeks under their care and in and out of general hospital, and kept deteriorating to the point where they had to decide between discharging me from the extra support or admitting me to an inpatient unit, which i didn't even realize they were doing until i came back. they actually decided on the former, which i was absolutely horrified to hear once i made the progress i did, but a nurse from the team at general decided i'd benefit from an admission.

i spent 6 weeks in hospital and was discharged nearly 2 weeks ago back to my crisis team. i made progress i didn't even think was possible on that ward. i got my official diagnosis after years of it being suspected. i haven't self harmed at all since being discharged.

tomorrow, after 3 months of crisis intervention and knowing nothing else, i have my crisis team discharge appointment. i'm going to be a regular community mental health patient, back under my CPN's care. i'm beyond happy and proud of myself. i can't contain it. i don't even know what to expect from here. my CPN is amazing and i'm so glad i get to properly work with her now. i genuinely have never been as low as i was in these past few months, i saw no way out alive but i really am here at the other end of it. i'm in tears. i really did that and i just wanted to put it out there.