Diary from a psychiatric hospital patient.

Day 4, part 2

And that is how it ends, I am here for only 2 more nights, this night and tomorrow night.

Tell me why do people choose to work as nurses if they can’t handle working on the weekend without being a total fucking asshole? But that is not the reason I am leaving, I have had to deal with many asshole nurses, the problem is that I am not sure what I want or need as of right now, but I do know that one important thing is sleep. I need sleep. Which I am not getting here, neither am I getting proper medication, they keep giving me medication I was on that didn’t work, that made it worse.

I will be going back to my regular psychiatrist, someone who knows all the medication I have been on, all the reactions to the medication I have been on, and who will make sure to prescribe me something that has a chance of working instead of trying something we have tried that did not work.

To the people who are now going to be scared to go to a mental hospital, do not be. It was not all bad, the main doctor was nice, she did listen, the people here are friendly and the week nurses are usually very understanding (fuck weekend nurses), and if you truly think that it might help you, go for it. I thought it might help me, I was wrong and there is no shame in that, I am still young and I’m trying to figure out how to healthily deal with my mental illness.

Anyway, why does Dexter always act like he has no emotions but then spends the whole show feeling emotions?

I will still write tomorrow, as lots of fun things will happen (my mom will be taking me out of the hospital for the whole day and taking me fun places).