I posted this on reddit and it was a bit cathartic so I though it would post it here as well.
So in 2016 I had a psychotic break. I spent some time wandering multiple states on and off homeless, lost my apartment in Boston and my job, dropped out of college, and eventually made my way back to my parents house in another city. This lead to them obviously seeing I was psychotic and they had me admitted to the psych ward in 2018 after two years of crazy. The first night I was in a holding area and had to sleep on a chair under a fluorescent light. The next day I was moved to the psych ward where I got to meet my first roommate. He was an older man that wore diapers but also managed to pee all over himself and leave the diapers around the room. That night he decided to stand in the corner of the room and loudly masturbate so I went and laid down on the floor in the hallway to get some rest. They moved me to another room where my roommate screamed at me for half an hour about how I was the devil and deserved to be in a psych ward because I was a bad person. Then I went into the hallway after having enough to lay on the floor they took my mattress and put in on the floor in the seclusion room so I could get some sleep. I slept on the floor under a light for 2 days until another bed opened up. My new roommate would have conversations with his voices about me and walk laps around my bed all night. After a week of that I ended up getting my own room because I was the youngest on the ward and I stayed for another two weeks. They then released me still completely psychotic and my parents were going to put me in a group home because they couldn’t handle me. After about a month my psychosis cleared up and I went back to school and I’ve been pretty much fine since.