Lady Euthanasia
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- Jul 24, 2018
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I spent in the hospital a month and a half, there are many unreal stories floating through the internet that are plainly ridiculous, I though I had nothing else to share on this website but I care for people who struggle and I am sure some if not many here have visited such places (willingly or not). I will share my own story but of course it won't be the same as other's.
So let's begin? Haha well I am as to right now dealing with a relapse, BUT the time I spent in that place did help me a lot and I felt almost cured at the finale of my admission (unfortunately it didn't last) which can happen. I am very lost at the moment and feel as only here I will be understood (I have an exception but that's a very personal topic). Anywho what should you expect? to avoid misunderstandings I will add that I was admitted to a privet hospital. Well in the begging they let me stay a few days in my room (it was quite big and had a camera) the last bit was a very uncomfortable situation but I got used to it with time plus it holds it's reasoning even if I am troubled to admit such. We had a regime, so I had to say goodbye to my inner owl. I had breakfast, than medication, exercise out or inn (if it's raining), arts and crafts, group therapy, another group therapy but with videos and presentations. Lunch (I had calming medication after it) than my psychiatrist would call me to her office and she would see the results, if I felt better the doses of my medication would be lowered. They had to find the right pills and the right amount as quickly as possible and I felt very much like a zombie the first two weeks. I'll continue, on our free time which was after lunch from Monday to Friday and the whole weekends. We had no internet and my relatives could visit or call me from 6pm till 8pm and from 8 am till 12 pm in the weekends (some were aloud to leave during this time). After 22:30 medication again and than free time till 24:00. To pass the hours we had table tennis, puzzles, books, films, table games, paint...etc And I also spoke to a therapist (with whom I enjoyed playing chess). It sounds peaceful and good but once I was tied without a real reason (that's my personal opinion, they obviously thought otherwise) I think that event gave me PTSD because soonly after few days I began to cry and shake uncontrollably when once in the movie a girl had to be restrained, how ironic being in a mental unit and watching about it too, don't worry other movies where much better. We also talked and made friends between the patients. I had attempted twice in the hospital (not sure if for my major depression, because of my medication or both), the second time they didn't catch me but my head felt as if it was about to explode (maybe when I was drugged I had forgotten how to correctly place the noose on my neck) anyways, that is it. If you feel as to sharing your own experience than you are very welcome, I am both interested and would like others who read this be aware if they plan or might find themselves in such a place. Thank you for reading such a long thread :)
So let's begin? Haha well I am as to right now dealing with a relapse, BUT the time I spent in that place did help me a lot and I felt almost cured at the finale of my admission (unfortunately it didn't last) which can happen. I am very lost at the moment and feel as only here I will be understood (I have an exception but that's a very personal topic). Anywho what should you expect? to avoid misunderstandings I will add that I was admitted to a privet hospital. Well in the begging they let me stay a few days in my room (it was quite big and had a camera) the last bit was a very uncomfortable situation but I got used to it with time plus it holds it's reasoning even if I am troubled to admit such. We had a regime, so I had to say goodbye to my inner owl. I had breakfast, than medication, exercise out or inn (if it's raining), arts and crafts, group therapy, another group therapy but with videos and presentations. Lunch (I had calming medication after it) than my psychiatrist would call me to her office and she would see the results, if I felt better the doses of my medication would be lowered. They had to find the right pills and the right amount as quickly as possible and I felt very much like a zombie the first two weeks. I'll continue, on our free time which was after lunch from Monday to Friday and the whole weekends. We had no internet and my relatives could visit or call me from 6pm till 8pm and from 8 am till 12 pm in the weekends (some were aloud to leave during this time). After 22:30 medication again and than free time till 24:00. To pass the hours we had table tennis, puzzles, books, films, table games, paint...etc And I also spoke to a therapist (with whom I enjoyed playing chess). It sounds peaceful and good but once I was tied without a real reason (that's my personal opinion, they obviously thought otherwise) I think that event gave me PTSD because soonly after few days I began to cry and shake uncontrollably when once in the movie a girl had to be restrained, how ironic being in a mental unit and watching about it too, don't worry other movies where much better. We also talked and made friends between the patients. I had attempted twice in the hospital (not sure if for my major depression, because of my medication or both), the second time they didn't catch me but my head felt as if it was about to explode (maybe when I was drugged I had forgotten how to correctly place the noose on my neck) anyways, that is it. If you feel as to sharing your own experience than you are very welcome, I am both interested and would like others who read this be aware if they plan or might find themselves in such a place. Thank you for reading such a long thread :)
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