Documenting my journey through the mental health system

My god, the flashbacks. I’m having so much PTSD right now. Have been for hours.

I just go right back there, back in restraints, back in the manic panic, back in the fear and anger. I can feel the heavy, sick grogginess of chemical restraint.

I wish I could move past this but sometimes I can’t stop my brain from going to and living in the past. The recent past. The time before that, and time before that.