Update 3:

I had an appointment with my psychiatrist a few days ago in which he emphasized the importance of remembering the severity of the episode I went through, and recommended that I stop meditating all together.
To be honest I feel like that advice kind of dissipated a cloud that still remained around me regarding meditation. I had planned to keep doing it in a more moderate way, I thought I had really found something, a technique, that would yield true happiness, and there were certain sensations I got while meditating, especially in the 3rd and 4th days of the course, that supported such an idea.
His reasoning behind it was that it could bring back negative associations and possibly trigger more psychotic or schizophrenic type symptoms. It sort of made me think of the whole experience in a different way. I summarized it to my mother in the following way:
If this is a path to happiness, it is closed to me (at least if I follow the doctors recommendation), so maybe it makes more sense not to think of it that way, but to think of it as a form of trance, an extended period of hypnosis, and there were experiences during the course that definetly made this seem possible too. Of course those two arent mutually exclusive, but it put more of a sour taste in my mouth about the whole thing.
Before I thought Id found a technique to be happy, now the strongest benefit I can think of from the experience is that I didnt die. Which basically puts me back to square one, except with two huge ugly marks on my wrists.
It seems now as though I turned for a while into something Id always despised: A person willfully subordinating their natural instincts to a hypnotic process that makes them feel "better" and more "at peace", Id become the religious type that I always despised.
It now seems that, for me at least, there are no magic bullets, no special techniques that lead to happiness.