We are home...

We are home now, have been since late Tuesday afternoon, just trying to get settled back in. Bree is really depressed. A friend of hers has not talked to her in over a month. Or Bree says one month, 4 days. 34 days. Almost 5 weeks, It will be 5 weeks tomorrow. No matter how confused she is at times she is really good at keeping track of how long someone she loves has been out of her life. She has sent a few text messages but they were unanswered and she is heartbroken. I've tried to convince her that everything is okay but what can I say to her? When I don't know what's going on myself? I ache for her, just about everyone has abandoned her.
She isn't doing much better then she was in the hospital really - She won't eat. Although I tell her over and over if she doesn't eat she will wind up back in the hospital she won't listen to me.
I know this is all emotional, her therapist spent an extra hour with her yesterday but it didn't seem to do much good. She hasn't started physical therapy again yet. Next week we will check out the new place where she'll start a new physical therapy program with a new therapist. She had four seizures over night and has had 3 today. My sister-in-law, who is a nurse told me that she should NOT be mixing klonopin and depakote, it can actually cause an increase in seizures. You would think her neurologist would know this. My sister-in-law is a psychiatric nurse and is very familiar with these two drugs. So we will be going off to a new neurologist, for a second opinion, ASAP. I just hate to think we have put Bree through all of this for 3 months, trusting these doctors who have seemed to care about her. I wish she had more friends, or the friends that she had would have stuck around for her. I hate to see her hurting. She needs people, outside the family - to talk to.