I was about forty nine years old. I plunged into a very bad period of acute Depression. It went on for two years. By the end of it I was suicidal. My psychiatrist knew that I was in danger. I had attempted suicide several times. It was time for me to go to a rehab.
Though the rehab had more or less all the comforts of home, the first six months were hell. I was very ill, and I refused to fall in line with the schedule of the rehab. The residents had to do Yoga early in the morning. Then there were a series of workshops which acted as therapy for the patients. I refused to co operate. This got me into all sorts of trouble, which increased the depression.
But after six months I started responding to the treatment. Slowly, I started coming out of the Depression. As soon as I realized that I was getting well, my behavior started changing. I started taking an active part in the activities. I started doing well in the workshops. It was like going to school all over again. I started recovering fast.
Once I was out of the woods, I started becoming well known in the rehab. All the patients came to know me and they were asked to follow my example. After two and a half years of acute pain, I was happy again.
I stayed in the rehab for three years. I had a relapse after two years but I came out of it fast. Maybe this is difficult to be believe but I actually enjoyed my stay. People have a very bad opinion about rehabs, but mine was a good one. They took care of me
After three years, when it was time for me to go home, I was actually a little sad. The rehab had become a familiar place and it had become my home. But I was well again and I was free. It was a time to rejoice.
Though the rehab had more or less all the comforts of home, the first six months were hell. I was very ill, and I refused to fall in line with the schedule of the rehab. The residents had to do Yoga early in the morning. Then there were a series of workshops which acted as therapy for the patients. I refused to co operate. This got me into all sorts of trouble, which increased the depression.
But after six months I started responding to the treatment. Slowly, I started coming out of the Depression. As soon as I realized that I was getting well, my behavior started changing. I started taking an active part in the activities. I started doing well in the workshops. It was like going to school all over again. I started recovering fast.
Once I was out of the woods, I started becoming well known in the rehab. All the patients came to know me and they were asked to follow my example. After two and a half years of acute pain, I was happy again.
I stayed in the rehab for three years. I had a relapse after two years but I came out of it fast. Maybe this is difficult to be believe but I actually enjoyed my stay. People have a very bad opinion about rehabs, but mine was a good one. They took care of me
After three years, when it was time for me to go home, I was actually a little sad. The rehab had become a familiar place and it had become my home. But I was well again and I was free. It was a time to rejoice.
