My most recent hospital stay was brought on by suicidal ideations - meaning that I had a plan to kill myself but I didn't act or attempt to act on it. And by very disturbing thoughts and images I mean knives being stuck in John's body, of which I was curious and amazed at the artwork of, not scared, not until after the image went away.

Nine days in the hospital a two week period in out patient, and I'm sent home with very little other than a "hope we dont see you again."

great hospital though, honestly.

Telling John what I saw, and my reaction to it, I figured he'd freak out, which he did a little, but he was still supportive and the best husband I could ask for.