I’ve been in hospital psych ward for two weeks now. I self admitted to try and regulate my meds. Things aren’t going as smoothly as I had hoped. There are clearly people worse off than I. I have been witness to some aggressive personalities, situations that have occurred beyond my wildest imagination, and today my roommate made an attempt on her life that has struck me to the core. I have come to realize that any healing has to come from within. There is no one out there to help you. You are alone in this mess you find yourself in and there are two options. Keep going or give up. There seems to be many arrows for me pointing to give up. Why I haven’t is unknown to me. Day in and day out I keep clawing to survive not realizing I’m climbing in the wrong direction.
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Survival instinct will attempt to override you for as long as you’re alive. Anyway, yeah, I’ve read the horror stories about the psych wards. The people there are usually completely detached from reality. Those places are really just glorified prisons for the “insane”, and I would never recommend going to one for help. You’re better off going to a psychiatrist if you need meds.
I’m completely off my meds now. Trying to distinguish between i am this way or if it was the meds making me crazy. Still feeling the same. Scares me. But nothing will make me go back to that place.