12/12/12.
I just got out of a psych ward today.
I’ve been depressed and suicidal for 6 years now. I had no intent on killing myself, but somebody thought I did, and they called the cops on me and threw me in the loony bin. This is the 2nd time I’ve been hospitalized like this. Last time I actually did try to hang myself, a few years ago. I never got the help I needed for being abused for years and years.
I hate hospitals and doctors with a passion, but I managed to figure out some things while I was in there. I’m glad to be going to a therapist now, but I’m not happy about taking meds or going to a psychiatrist. Eww.
I just feel weird right now…
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Interesting, why not happy with psychiatrist or meds?
I would pretend to take the meds and say as little as possible to the psychiatrist and bit by bit let her now I am better and it must have been a phase.
But that’s me.
I’ll try the meds for awhile… Doesn’t seem to make much sense to give up on something after a week, when it’s supposed to take a lot longer than that to work.
I don’t feel like myself anymore. I can’t tell if that’s how I really am, sort-of-not-really-happy and kind of jittery. My attention span seems to be shorter. I don’t know if that’s how I really am, or if my mental illness has consumed me completely.
I’ve always hated doctors, hospitals, health care workers, and doctors offices (shrink or otherwise.) I freak out so much (even if I’m not the patient and I’m just visiting, I still feel like I’m getting some sort of panic attack.) I’ve had many bad experiences with them over the years.
Their not my favorite to, along with cops.
Are you on msn?