My partner knew something was up in February that year, so he told me to rest, which is what I needed but is easier said than done with such a scrambled mind! Then my family got involved. They took me to the hospital and I ended up staying there for two weeks for tests, medication and rehabilitation, because I had a psychotic episode. All my tests came back clear, and after a week or so the Olanzapine that I was given started working… the diagnosis was… well there wasn’t one! Fatigue, burnout, alcohol intake above recommended limit (I drink a red wine with dinner OCCASIONALLY)… sound familiar? If you’ve seen the movie ‘Brain on Fire’…. Anyway, finally I was discharged, just before my birthday. I had to be monitored so, I lived with Mum and Dad for a few months, saw a psychologist and psychiatrists regularly and stayed on medication (Olanzapine) for a year. The medication completely dulled down my personality, and I put on about 30kg! Not a fun time.