Some of you may have noticed I hadn't been around for a few weeks. Well, I had been primary caregiver for my mother for years. After we learned about my nephew's suicide, she suffered multiple strokes on top of vascular dementia. Lately the stress of helping to care for her took its toll on my mental health. I had already been diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Non-specific Depressive Disorder. Lately, I'd been irritable, neglecting self-care, stress eating. My oldest brother took me for a psych eval on advice from his own psychiatrist. The evaluation determined that I needed inpatient treatment at a behavioral health facility. That's where I was from September 20th to this past Friday. Now I'm in an outpatient program. I'm on my way to getting better for the next chapter of my life.