The harrowing experience of mental hospitals’s dotted in my past is still a hard pill to swallow over all. Like a unremoveable stain it creeps up sometimes. I drove down memory land this morning i visited the hospital i stayed in, buried emotions came to the surface still kind of hard to make sense of. ;(
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sounds like im wineing but ive risen above all bad feelings ive found my path in life, and it’s bright. on that note i value myself so high now, when i was going to through the mill i felt worse than a fly with no wings, well i can say now i learnt how too fly without wings.
i was saved before i was born
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Sometimes it seems like we need therapy for our therapy doesn’t it? When I meet first timers in hospital I mention to get into therapy straight away after leaving. Even if it’s just to deal with the what they saw in hospital. It’s also never to late to do that.
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@Dreamscape imo anyone that suffered in a mental hospital has a bit of PTSD jmo
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Hospital was a mixed experience. The staff were often crap but some of the patients were ok and you got to know some fairly well over multiple admissions…
I drive past facilities I was in 30 years ago and the time I stayed there seems like a dream now. It seems like it all happened two lifetimes ago. There is just no comparison to how sick I once was and my life now.
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In general i faced my fears and the fears disolved before my eyes i fear no more!!. strange as it seems, i walk with a bonce in my step now, knowing where i was and where i am now,my spirits are high i guess i got through the net and lived to tell the tale…
getting over and going through the mill has giving me so much i can be proud of, to think i travelled through what i had, is so much inspiring, although i have scars of the feelings i felt i can honestly say there all very much healed up, there comes a time in our life where one can shine, a polishing of the gem where everything feels renewed, reborn and renewed that shows from the center…
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Yes… exactly… I sort of felt like a part of a catch, tag… observe and release program.
It seemed like out of the blue I ended up in hospital… out of the blue I was being observed… then when I was finally getting used to the place… getting my head around what was happening to me… I was released.
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I just get scared and silent, I’m a small framed woman and I’m very scared for my personal safety from anyone and everyone at times I believe everyone will hurt me, especially in hospitals for whatever reason?
i might b able too help a soul here
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I go back and forth I want help but I’m afraid of the people offering it, it makes for an uncomfortable situation ;-/