I went by ambulance to the ER several times in my lifetime. Most times it was because of the voices.
The strange part is, I cant remember how I got to the ER. I know I went via ambulance but I cant remember the actual ride.
When I got there, all I could think was “Please don’t make me go to the psych ward!”
Everytime, I did.
On the times it was real bad, I was restraint. WORST feeling EVER. You are tied to a chair and faced at the wall as if you are being punished.
Other times, I am in a bed with an IV In my arm and a sitter watching my every move.
After awhile I calm down, thanks to the medication. Then the psychiatrist on duty decides if I can go home or if I need to get admitted to the psych ward unit.
Waiting is the worst part. I sit there nervously thinking of all the worst case scenarios.
I know when I have to go to the psych ward, even if I don’t admit it. But I don’t put up a fight because I know it helps me in the long run.