(These are a series of posts I hand wrote while I was inpatient on the crisis unit)

Trigger Warning: Suicidal Stuff

August 20, 2019 Five Days on the unit.

This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.

“Going home today unless they change their minds.”

We’re at the mercy of the man.

“Did they tell you what time?”

Hurry up and wait. The wheels of the machine move ever so slowly. We keep going about our day, waiting for someone to change their mind.

Excited, but on the edge of angry, ready to go off at hte slightest mention of us staying another day.

“I feel so much better, so much happier, everyone sees it, except the doctors”

We spend more time helping each other then they spend helping us. Groups are a joke. Lets watch another movie, lets listen to more music and color.

Here, pop some more pills.

Let us drug you into wellness instead of helping you with coping skills. It’s no longer a combination of both.

And then we dangle the carrot.

Home.

But first they need input from all sides.

You’d think they’d cover that first before telling us we’re going, but that would be too simple.

Too easy on us.