Good morning Sangha,
My journey continues in the Psych ward.
It has been almost two weeks since I have arrived in Hospital. My Psychiatrist directly admitted me as a psychiatric patient under his care. The wait to go upstairs and receive a bed on the psych unit was actually quite a lot quicker than I originally thought. Only 12 hrs from start to finish, which is amazing considering most folks heading to Emergency end up staying there FOR DAYS before seeing a doctor. I am very grateful that my Psychiatrist offered me direct admission.
The days spent here on B7 - 100 Block raise up a variety of emotions: fear, exhaustion, hope (surprisingly, but not much) and terror. There have been many, many tears, loving hugs, and breathless goodbyes.
Frequently, my mind takes me places that I do not wish to go, but it has a gun against my head, making me walk as I shuffle forward. Memories of old and new, thoughts of the world on fire, myself doing something completely out of character. And all of the fears.
I see memories of me and my older brother playing video games (one of our favourite things), I see mean kids bullying me, making fun of my skin colour, saying things like “Dirty little Indian.” I see daily violence, numerous molestations, and mental abuse.
These are things from my past that I cannot seem to escape, as if they are Reality, and to be blunt, I sometimes don’t recognize the difference.
Each day, I participate in extensive therapy where I am asked questions I fear answering. I face issues head on that I would rather push under the rug and never think about them again. But, that is part of why I am here in the first place.
Gasshō,
On
Sat today/LAH
My journey continues in the Psych ward.
It has been almost two weeks since I have arrived in Hospital. My Psychiatrist directly admitted me as a psychiatric patient under his care. The wait to go upstairs and receive a bed on the psych unit was actually quite a lot quicker than I originally thought. Only 12 hrs from start to finish, which is amazing considering most folks heading to Emergency end up staying there FOR DAYS before seeing a doctor. I am very grateful that my Psychiatrist offered me direct admission.
The days spent here on B7 - 100 Block raise up a variety of emotions: fear, exhaustion, hope (surprisingly, but not much) and terror. There have been many, many tears, loving hugs, and breathless goodbyes.
Frequently, my mind takes me places that I do not wish to go, but it has a gun against my head, making me walk as I shuffle forward. Memories of old and new, thoughts of the world on fire, myself doing something completely out of character. And all of the fears.
I see memories of me and my older brother playing video games (one of our favourite things), I see mean kids bullying me, making fun of my skin colour, saying things like “Dirty little Indian.” I see daily violence, numerous molestations, and mental abuse.
These are things from my past that I cannot seem to escape, as if they are Reality, and to be blunt, I sometimes don’t recognize the difference.
Each day, I participate in extensive therapy where I am asked questions I fear answering. I face issues head on that I would rather push under the rug and never think about them again. But, that is part of why I am here in the first place.
Gasshō,
On
Sat today/LAH
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