Kobusu
Writer
- Oct 18, 2021
- 268
Just thought I'd share my experience, since I was thrown in the ward for a week and a half. It was... interesting. For the first few nights I was in the high-security section since I was deemed a risk and let me tell you, the people there have issues that make me thankful I have the wherewithal to actually kill myself whenever I end up attempting again. They screamed all night, were strapped down during the day if they were violent, and were way too touchy-feely with people they don't know. I can't even blame them though, they have mental illnesses that make interfacing with reality impossible. After those few days, I was moved into the much more relaxed portion of the ward and met a few other people there, a handful my age, all there for suicide attempts as well. Everyone there was actually incredibly nice, and it made me wonder how the world was driving these people to suicide. These people with children and families, these people who had achieved so much or had so much potential. These people like myself. I didn't find my answer, apologies if you were looking for that, but I found lots of inspiration. I'm a writer, so that's like crack to me. Spending Thanksgiving with people I barely knew in a mental ward was not how I envisioned things going, but it was definitely an experience I won't forget. Everyone had their issues, and as we talked, we realized how much of it was fundamentally a part of the human experience. We normally would never interact, yet here we were people from 19 to 50, sharing our experiences with others that we knew understood to the extent that they've been there before.
That's kind of what this forum is like. People who would never normally interact sharing our experiences and thoughts and troubles and supporting each other, because in some capacity or other, we've all been there, we're all there, or we're all trying to get out of there. That place. I don't know where I was going with this, but I thought it would be insightful. Being involuntarily committed was an experience I'll never forget, but I can't say I recommend it (obviously). Still, this place reminds me of my friends I made in the ward, talking about how shitty the hospital french-fries are and watching football on Thanksgiving in big plastic chairs too heavy to throw. I hope you got something from this story, and it's nice to be back after a while.
That's kind of what this forum is like. People who would never normally interact sharing our experiences and thoughts and troubles and supporting each other, because in some capacity or other, we've all been there, we're all there, or we're all trying to get out of there. That place. I don't know where I was going with this, but I thought it would be insightful. Being involuntarily committed was an experience I'll never forget, but I can't say I recommend it (obviously). Still, this place reminds me of my friends I made in the ward, talking about how shitty the hospital french-fries are and watching football on Thanksgiving in big plastic chairs too heavy to throw. I hope you got something from this story, and it's nice to be back after a while.
