I didn’t get a post out last week, and that’s because I spent almost a week in the hospital. I was discharged just last Wednesday. My dad made the decision to take me and I reluctantly went along. I won’t get into the details, but ultimately I was admitted as an involuntary inpatient to the psych unit.
It was intense. I had a panic attack the first night — my worst one in a while. I struggled to catch my breath and didn’t stop crying until I finally fell asleep. Not a single nurse came to check on me while I wailed.
My first couple of days, I was angry. I didn’t want to be there, and no one would tell me how I was supposed to ‘get better.’ My psychiatrist was mean, my nurses weren’t helpful, and the groups were useless.