Well, it's almost 10pm on Tuesday and I am still awake. I've been awake since 11am on Monday. This is because of my bi-polar. I was diagnosed with bi-polar when I was 18 and in the psych ward for the second time. Funny thing about my stay in the psych ward this time. I have almost no recollection of what happened in there. I was seeing things in the light above my bed. I attacked a nurse (and apparently it wasn't my first time). I was being put in 4 point restraints and I would always be able to get at least one of my hands out of it,.
One day, a man I didn't know came in the room and told me I could no longer stay there. He asked me if I wanted to go to the state hospital or a private psych ward. I've heard that state hospitals treated patients like shit so i chose the private one. Turns out he was a lawyer. I don't know if he was hired by the hospital or by my parents but he was there.
When the ambulance arrived to transport me, I heard one of the nurses say they would probably have to put me in a body bag. I thought they were going to kill me, chop me up and put me in the body bag. The ambulance crew said I would be OK. Found out later that a body bag is something that you get wrapped up in so you can't move. Another form of restraint. I remember being put on a 1:1 meaning I needed to be watched by someone who could be no more than an arms length away from me. Days and nights blurred together for a few days until I finally broke through my black cloud and was able to be active again.
I will talk more another time, but for now I have said enough. I am making this blog to recount moments in my life that I was mentally sick. For good or for bad, it will eventually come out in this blog I'm sure. Til next time, see ya.
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