i sat there staring at an evil smile in the light. i couldn’t blink. I was waiting for the shot to kick in. One second i was fine, then the next i was screaming! This went on for over an hour, i think. I came in to the ER for hearing voices and having strong urges to cut. My family was there for me. We were all waiting for the news: was i going home, or was i going to be admitted into the psych ward for the 11th time!?
the shot kicked in and i calmed down. I realized my Dad and Step Dad were there beside me.
i got blood work. I was SO tired. The shot was so strong. I was fighting to keep my eyes open.
My Dads told me to just lay back and sleep. But i was scared, so scared!
I did not want to be admitted.
The doctor came in then and said they had a bed for me in 2S psych ward.
I started to cry. I think i saw tears in my Dads’ eyes too.
I hate leaving them. But i got strapped into a stretcher and moved up stairs to the psychiatric unit.
why why why WHY!