A man begged me for death.
I’ve been there. I begged for death when they strapped me to a bed in the ER, I begged for death when I got locked in the mental hospital for the 5th time.
He is covered in sores, 85 years old, and miserable.
“I need to talk to you!”
At first I thought I did something wrong. “Talk about what?” I asked, meeting his force with equal force. No disrespect, but there would be no tomfoolery on my unit.
“Why am I alive??”
He thinks I am keeping him alive. I explained that is not the case, I am here just to get him through the night as comfortably as possible.
He still begged for death.
Documenting my journey through the mental health system 
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