I came to Brookhaven kicking and screaming from the psych ward. I had one plastic bag of things and a pair of slippers. I locked myself in my car and refused to get out. I cried until I couldn't breathe. A month and a half later I want to cry, but for the opposite reason - I don't want to leave.
I came in for a suicide attempt after struggling with bipolar, anxiety and agoraphobia. I had been broken down and felt less than human. The suicidal thoughts were constant.
My first glimmer of hope was meeting my therapist and core sisterms. They welcomed me without judgement. I was finally part of a community.
The projects and classes eased me into the idea of having a future. I put my heart into my work. I even started reach out and sharing my story with my other clients. I kept doing the "best thing" and changes began. I can't pinpoint when it happened, but my SI disappeared. My anxiety, depression, mania and self harm urges declined daily. I could open up about these things. The Brookhaven environment is open to honesty and feedback. I don't know what the future holds, but for once I can picture having one.