
Anxieyote
Sobriety over everything else • 31 • Midwest
- Mar 24, 2021
- 444
While I was there, I really thought I would hate every moment of it. But honestly, I got to socialize and have irl conversations with people who were struggling just like me and it felt kind of good.
I was fed, and all of my needs were taken care of. The rigid structure of each day provided much-needed consistency I haven't had in a long time. I got to do fun things like color, draw, and write. We even had "movie nights" and I think I will fondly remember debating over which movie to watch with my fellow inmates. I had never seen the movie Anchorman before, and everyone was like, "Really?? You have to watch it!" and we all gathered around the TV like a family.
I find myself spiraling out of control after about a month of leaving, and I kind of wish I could go back. There were bad aspects about it, but I got to see all these mentally-ill people gathered in one place. The types of people who would browse forums like these and weren't afraid to have open discussions about suicide.
Being there was the first time I ever got to openly discuss my parent's divorce and my suicidal thoughts casually; face-to-face with real life people.
I probably got very lucky, because I have read many horror stories on here about psych wards.
I was fed, and all of my needs were taken care of. The rigid structure of each day provided much-needed consistency I haven't had in a long time. I got to do fun things like color, draw, and write. We even had "movie nights" and I think I will fondly remember debating over which movie to watch with my fellow inmates. I had never seen the movie Anchorman before, and everyone was like, "Really?? You have to watch it!" and we all gathered around the TV like a family.
I find myself spiraling out of control after about a month of leaving, and I kind of wish I could go back. There were bad aspects about it, but I got to see all these mentally-ill people gathered in one place. The types of people who would browse forums like these and weren't afraid to have open discussions about suicide.
Being there was the first time I ever got to openly discuss my parent's divorce and my suicidal thoughts casually; face-to-face with real life people.
I probably got very lucky, because I have read many horror stories on here about psych wards.