Does anyone else miss it too? Why or why not?
What do you miss about it?
I miss the environment, the groups, the feeling of safety.
Nope! Don’t miss it. I thought it was really boring there.
Hated every week, day, hour!
You need to find some hobbies/crafts/work or something. I feel from reading your stuff you need to keep occupied over those delusional thoughts because no matter what you say here your still struggling with it.
Take the meds. Talk honestly with your doctor and get some goals. I improved heaps simply adding some regular exercise and getting a fitness tracker to get 10, 000 steps a day.
Challenge yourself! You honestly come across as someone who is just stewing on your thoughts and it’s always good to keep a busy mind occupied and sz will do that too you…Busy minds lead to our troubles.
It’s boring and full of people who make me uncomfortable. I prefer to do interesting things without being bothered by others.
I am not in my right mind when I go in, and angry and hate it, but by the time I’m out, i am grateful. But, I don’t know if I want to go back if I don’t have to.
But I think the intensive care, and not having to take care of anything and being safe and all you have to do is get better makes sense.
I don’t miss it because if I am in bad enough shape mentally that I need to be in there I will not be having a good time. There were some good moments in some psyche wards but there’s more good moments on the outside.
I miss it sometimes too, my expereiences are never all that bad. after the first one or two, i got used to it and just spent time chatting to the employees/healthcare assistants which proved to be quite enjoyable
Hell 2 da naw
Thats doing time. Either way we doing time, but that’s harder time.
I can’t remember exactly how many times I was an inpatient between 1975-1983, but it was certainly in double figures. The last admission being the longest May 1981- March 1983. I had become increasingly institutionalised. Was regarded as a person with chronic schizophrenia. Back then, 1975-1983, schizophrenia in a young man was ‘the kiss of living death’(my description). There was nowhere near the hope and positivity that there is now . Expectations were set very low. If I had not met my wife to be in hospital, the first person to truly believe I wasn’t a hopeless case, and we hadn’t left hospital together, life for me would’ve been much worse than it is now.