depression
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Friday night dragged on, a nurse or MHT in my room to check me every 5 minutes. Looking into my eyes, saying my name. Writing something on their clipboard. I laid there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for that black hole to swallow me up. I remember lying awake and unable to move for most…
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I will just lay here and die. That is the last thing I thought as I was put into my suicide blanket after being forced to put on the suicide smock. I will just lay here and wait to die. “Five minute room checks while awake, 15 minute room checks while asleep, and we sweep…
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“How are you feeling, Angel?” “Shitty. I want to die.” “Are you still thinking of suicide?” “All the time.” “Do you feel safe in the hospital?” The morning of my assessment, the next day on a Thursday. The very nurse who took my bedding and shower curtain was conducting it, and it was curiously early.…
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Monday came, and as the MHT came to take my vitals, I woke groggy and lightheaded from the meds I was given for sleep, namely Zyprexa. I took a shower for the first time in a few days, and this took monumental effort. I didn’t go to breakfast but there was coffee. Everything is so…
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I startled awake at 6am on the morning of my first day, July 28, Sunday, as the MHT came into my room. The mental health technician (much like a CNA only not wiping ass like I do) wanted vitals. I looked quite disheveled and was exhausted from poor sleep and severe anxiety at my detention,…
Documenting my journey through the mental health system 