I walked into the psych ward for the first time, not knowing what to expect. Girls everywhere screaming and swearing. The hall was too long. My room was too small.
I had my stuffed Grover Doll in my arms for comfort. I sat on the bed with a broken spring. I started to cry.
I cried so much that night but finally fell asleep. In the morning my eyes were swollen.
I felt so small, so alone.
I went to meet with my on site psychiatrist and then went back to my room to find out someone stole my jeans.
I thought i miss placed them then later saw a girl wearing them.
Back then i was really shy and didnt stand up for myself.
I never did get those jeans back..
My parents visited me daily which made everything a little better.
I sat in the dining room reading when this girl came up to me and asked If she could carve my name into her wrist with a pen.
I just stared at her. Shes like “Okay, then, bitch”
I did not make friends on that ward which made it hard.
I just didnt belong, these girls were CRAZY! I am NOT crazy!!