Laura,
My last bout of deep depression, Laura, was about 12 years ago and I complicated it by abusing the medication I was having prescribed for me to control chronic pain (arthritis.) I was lucky enough to turn myself in to a very fine programme in Canada for drug rehabilitation (CBT on a grand scale). I was an inpatient for 60 days (the programme has since been reduced to 30 days because of Government cutbacks in the Health Sector) and it was the greatest gift I've ever had. It saved my life. I wrestled with the toxic effects of the morphine I was using and, at the same time, I was getting brief but concentrated counselling sessions everyday for the 60 days to deal with my MDD. I followed the programme rigourously because I wanted to live and alter the way I dealt with the world (friends and loved ones and strangers).
So, yes, I can say that being an inpatient was the best thing for ME at that time in my life. Maybe it's not the best thing for you and Danielle is right to caution you to let your doctor give you the best advice. All I wanted to say to you here is that I was so relieved to get away from all the business of living which I had been failing at so grossly and find myself in the hands of caring counsellors and psychologists who, literally, let me erase all my history-book of bad experiences and who gave me a clean book (a journal) to begin a new chapter in my life without drugs, dealing with my physical pain, and learning how to communicate in a better way by being aware of the triggers which prompted me to act like a fool before all this - and that meant going back to being at the emotional age of 'teenager' and learning how to be a real adult as best as I could. I'm still working on it and I'm still using the skills I learned in the rehab center (and later on in a Pain programme)almost every day to try to mitigate my once raucous responses to the world.
If it's the stigma thing that's bothering you all I can say to that is you have only one life and you have to take care of it yourself - who cares what your Aunt Alice thinks about her niece going into a psychiatric hospital?? She can't live your live anyway, can she? Nobody taught me how to live when I was a teenager, I didn't get a manual on how to beware of the pitfalls of life, my parents were too busy being depressed themselves to be good teachers. I needed to go to remedial school (The University of CBT) at age 55 to learn the things I should have learnt when I was 18...
Hang in and do what you think is best for you - nomatter what you decide keep logging in here and listening and talking to people like yourself who are dealing with all the crap you are dealing with.
Patrick