Today, I was discharged from the crisis and home resolution treatment team; an emergency outpatient mental health service. The first moment of recovery, I suppose. I have a lot on my mind. As a little mandatory note, all names I mention here have been changed, so I don't get in any trouble. This does feel like my first recovery win. Not that I'm someone who thinks recovery (whatever that means) is paramount - but, hey, it is quite nice to no longer be suicidal enough to have constant psychiatric involvement in my days. My referral came about when I presented to A&E quite desperately suicidal. I hadn't exactly made a plan, and I didn't quite have intent, but I had this palpable urge that I couldn't get out of my head. I couldn't feel safe without going somewhere and doing something about this, even if I really didn't want to do what I did. I spoke to a questionable man there, who had some not-so-nice things to say to me. One good example is that I might...