Diary from a psychiatric hospital patient.

Day 1, part 2

Different city, different room, still on the floor. I think I just like sitting on the floor, there is a certain comforting feeling in it. This hospital provides toilet paper, so that so far has been great.

I am in the very hospital that I used to make jokes about, how only crazy people come here, that I would never find myself here, yet look at me now.

When I got here they put me in a room for observation, it’s a room that is connected to the nurses room, thankfully they put me in a regular room a bit later. But not before having 5 different doctors ask me questions at the same time, I did not enjoy that part, but I think from now on ill only have one doctor watching over me.

I must find out if I can order food to here, as so far I’ve been served 2 cold meals and I would much rather prefer to have a hot meal once in a while. There is a smoking room inside the ward, which is odd, I don’t smoke but I guess it’s nice that there is no need to walk outside to do it.

I need to get my headphones, no idea how but I managed to leave them at home, the poor girl in my room has been listening to whatever I’m watching this whole time.

I am not sure how long I will stay here, I know I should stay here, at least till I find the right medication and level out a bit, but its weird. I am confused and lost, the few days at home were not bad, but I am afraid that if I rush back into school to soon I will not be able to do it, but there is also the stress of not being able to keep up, I can learn for my bio test, I can do all for literature and Latvian as my teacher has sent over the material, and I can maybe do some of my math work. It is hard to understand what I need and want more as of right now.

I am going to have my first procedures tomorrow, they said something about checking my heart and so on, and a psychologist. Things seem to move on a lot faster here then they did before.