Day 3 on the psych ward

That photo is currently the outside world to me. A rectangle of sky above the tall walls of the secure smoking area on the ward. 

It feels weird to be locked in. I haven’t experienced this before. I have no recollection of being admitted to the ward, so it wasn’t until my wife took me out for a walk that I realised how incarcerated I am. There are three locked security doors between me and the outside world. There are metal bars on all the windows.

I cried when I saw the reality of that for the first time. But I guess that doesn’t mean much. I’m crying on and off all day at the moment. But today, I noticed that I already feel somewhat institutionalised. I hate this place with great intensity, but when I was talking to my wife about going home, I felt really fearful of stepping off hospital property and back into the real world.

A nurse checked in with me today for the first time since I arrived here. She actually came to my room to ask how I was doing. It was a paperwork thing, but I appreciated it nonetheless. She gave me this proper hard talk about how I have to take responsibility for myself and stop expecting other people to do the work for me. She told me I shouldn’t take my wife for granted; and in her view by not committing to myself, I am not committing to my marriage. It broke me down because I know she’s right.

Tonight I’m hit with what feels like a tidal wave of cold, hard, reality. I have a shitload of work to do and I have to actually do it. I can’t keep treading water. I can’t continue to sabotage myself and my treatment. Life is just going to be long and awful that way. Or short and horrific for my wife, which is an option I have to take off the table. I have hurt this woman who loves me so very much, the past few days have been almost as agonising for her as they have for me. She deserves something better.

But the thought of having to change things, to try new things, to work hard and apply myself is frightening. However, when I put it into perspective, it isn’t as frightening as the prospect of being here again. I swear this place is mainly designed from a ‘scared straight’ methodology. 

This morning I found out that the psych ward is especially scary on a Sunday. I had a mostly sleepless night, and got up at 5.30 to make some tea. I was greeted with this.

Lets be clear, I’m not at all against people having their faith. But overzealous religion from unhinged, psychotic, angry people does in fact scare me. 

Later, this cross (that looks like it could have been painted in blood but I’m telling myself it isn’t) had also appeared. It upset me that people had occupied a room that is allocated for quiet reflection in this way. But maybe I am being oversensitive, or unrealistic to expect very sick people to behave in a socially normal way.

It’s just another reason I fucking hate this place. Have I said that already? I do really fucking hate this place.

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. Iggy says:

    Be strong. When do you get to leave?

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    1. Laura says:

      I have no idea. Nobody will tell me. I don’t think I will see the psychiatrist until Thursday so I don’t expect it will be any sooner than that. Feels like years from now!

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      1. Iggy says:

        I’m sorry. Just keep hanging in there. I know it’s a struggle.

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  2. Just hang on in there. Thinking of you x

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  3. DV says:

    The misspelled signs being laminated adds an extra layer of “special”. I hope you get some access to more helpful and constructive care soon. You deserve better than just feeling punished and locked up for not being able to cope.

    đŸ™‚ I took inspiration from your socks yesterday and bought myself a colourful pair as a treat. Nice change from my usual black.

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    1. Laura says:

      I wanted to go over them with a red pen, but then felt very mean and judgemental… Also thought I’d probably get my head kicked in. They’re big, angry ladies.

      I’m so glad my socks inspired you! It genuinely brightens my day to have childish things on my feet, especially when I have to do a lot of adulting.

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  4. Me says:

    Maybe they were a message to remind you that even in there, the worst place you can imagine, you are not alone…that some type of higher power, whatever that may be for you, is there with you if you just ask. You are doing a good job staying strong and looking at what you need to do for yourself, but you are not alone!! Sending you good thoughts and keeping you in my prayers (hope that is ok with you).

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    1. Laura says:

      I don’t see them that way, as I’m not a believer in that stuff, as much as I can see how positive it is for other people sometimes. I actually find them quite unsettling. But thank you for the kind thoughts and prayers.

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  5. Oh man! I just posted my memories of my third day on the psych ward. be glad they at least let you do your blog. they did not let me do mine and I’m trying to do it all from memory now. I can totally feel your brokenness in reading it but I also appreciate your dark humor. It’s so odd to experience for the first time. For instance when I was admitted there were noises from schizophrenic patients all night ling and I kept thinking “How is this supposed to help my anxiety?” If you want to swap stories here’s my blog. https://lettersofhopefromthesoul.wordpress.com/ Prosperous providence! I promise there is hope but I totally get being blind to it in your darkest moments. I was.

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