What a fucking disaster. Just getting out of CAMH by that summer, daily "highs" included doing my own dishes and laundry, and longing for a better future. I hear ya, Stargate man - what a nightmare. My housing situation was shit, I wouldn't find work until 2010 (when I would also give art school a try... later leaving because I can't stand school), but at least I was on the outside again. My mind was weary and I lived in fear of dying in youth.
Having found my footing several years back, I am now doing very well in many respects, even though I tread at working class levels of income, though without dependents so it's not so bad. I have many friends, a stronger psyche than ever before in some ways, and confidence. I defeated my demon, have found my inner queen, doing mental gymnastics with these growing psychic abilities. I am losing weight and looking good physically again. CAMH's prognosis of me can go fuck its mother... I am going to be fine.
I knew I never should have listened to those inpatient psychiatrists... I'm glad I finally decided to block any opinion they had of my mind, even on a subconscious level.
PS: Just completed the inks for the cover of my final Asylum Squad graphic novel - should have those up soon to show.