Than that's the despair starting. You're locked. The doors are actually really locked. You had a great time laughing about side effects and fucked-up life stories.
- It was nice to see you! Peace out!
- No, you may not go.
Are you here forever? No, they say. Of course not. But you must be observed daily for 20+ days
(20+ easily meaning 30 if your condition is not perfect by then).
And on the 4th day, I cry like a child. Not because I'm being held against my own will, not because my daily injections hurt (maybe just a bit), not because I want my mommy, not because the porridge is nasty. It is just so, so unfair being here.
Getting in trouble in university due to 100% class missed. Not being sure whether or not I can make it to at least one exam. Being bewildered by the choice of hanging onto barely passing classes or dropping school for now.
Fuck inpatient. Fuck bipolar. Fuck being slower that the dumbest classmate.
YOU ARE READING
12th Unit Stories
Non-FictionWhat happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Whatever happens in a psych hospital lingers in your head for an awhile. Do not expect horror asylum stories. Those are actually quite the opposite of my notes. Love your doctors. do no harm. don't drink coffee...
