There were so many layers and elements to my psychosis that some moments I thought I lived a fairytale and others were my worst nightmares coming alive. The wonder intertwined with fear so closely!
Snippets of the storylines resurfacing, I was convinced I lived in the Sleeping Beauty fairytale and kept saying I need to stay asleep for one hundred years and that a huge forest of roses grew around me/ or my daughter? I guess one thing everyone tried for me to do was to sleep. And sleep I did indeed! With help of various meds and nurses helping me to relax and do deep breathing exercises as I was falling asleep, I slept and slept and slept and that got me better in that essential first few weeks. Waking up from the first week was more like waking up from a nightmare though. And I woke up convinced that true love will cure everything.
Was your experience of PP more like one of a living in a fairytale or living a nightmare?