Neapolitan Ice Cream
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I suffer from mental illnesses; I make no bones about it, certainly no excuses. It's just how it is.
I dreamt that I went completely off the rails and was sectioned in an old, dirty, dingy psychiatric ward in a hospital. I was confined to a bed, surrounded by very disturbed people. On the walls were frozen faces of past patients who didn't make it, buried into the brickwork between beds. Eventually I escaped. But you know what the most disturbing thing was? I missed the attention I got in that ward. I missed the acute treatment, even if it was making me even more ill. And when I tried to go back, they told me my bed had been shunted. I haven't been reading distressing news articles, I haven't watched any relevant TV programmes. It was a total fiction generated by my own head.
The hell?
I dreamt that I went completely off the rails and was sectioned in an old, dirty, dingy psychiatric ward in a hospital. I was confined to a bed, surrounded by very disturbed people. On the walls were frozen faces of past patients who didn't make it, buried into the brickwork between beds. Eventually I escaped. But you know what the most disturbing thing was? I missed the attention I got in that ward. I missed the acute treatment, even if it was making me even more ill. And when I tried to go back, they told me my bed had been shunted. I haven't been reading distressing news articles, I haven't watched any relevant TV programmes. It was a total fiction generated by my own head.
The hell?