So as you may of been wondering ‘why do I hate the numbers 136′ well it is a long story so Ill start from the beginning;
Thursday night a few friends and myself thought it be good to go out on the town and relax with a few other people we havnt seen for a year (as they’re at collage/uni ect)
So we all went out to be honest I wasn’t in the best of moods that day (mind was racing and was going from really down to really excited in a few moments to each other)
So we went to the club, I left early and started walking home while walking (bearing in mind I was now feeling preety down about things friends, family, and of course the whole how did I get to this point in life). I stopped at a bridge which crossed the m4, its a preety big bridge in teams of height, sooo I stayed on it, thinking, while I was doing this (thinking) a highways van pulled up and was watching me, later he left and returned on the opp side of the moterway, also a highways landrover turned up
The driver got out, used the steps and started chatting with me about things at this point a police car turned up and they (the police) started talking to me, I told them what was happening and why I was here (at the bridge) and then he put me under the mental health act section 136; so happy days well not but you know what I mean
So I got taken to sandlwood, and had a long chat with 2 workers about everything under the sun; feelings, friends, family and even prides : p we all sort of settled that me being gay was a couse of that nights actions because I bottle everything in, and also that I didn’t release and no one pointed out (friends) that I was going through a mania stage not a mancie one as the norm for me,
So vatta (a friend) was on msn trying to get me to tell my perents the whole gay thing which I’m not sure about telling them, she kept saying ‘not telling them will and is killing me’ to which I’m not sure,
So anyhows all my meds got changed I’m now on mirtazapine (anti despression, sleep, weight gain) and vallium (to calm me down) and countless others, have a list as long as my arm, also my bipolar is now classed as level one, which is news to me, sort of scares me a bit well a lot
Sorry for the long rambling post, on a lighter note I was allowed home at around 3 that day (all this happened at 2 in the morning onwards)
