Modern mental hospitals are not helping people with mental issues. They are like prisons! I was unfortunate to be sent to one such abysmal place last year, after a manic episode (I have bipolar 1). I had hallucinations and, apparently, derealization, and my crazy stepfather decided to use this moment to kick me out of home. I was too weak to protest, so I was left no choice, and it was so dehumanizing! They confiscated the only two things that can silence the pain - my phone and music player. To deprive me of that when I was most vulnerable was absolutely insane! I cried and begged them to make an exception for me, but the robots with indifferent faces told me “those were the rules”, and NO ONE cared about how I felt. I was given gigantic doses of meds and was told if I didn’t take them I’d stay there longer. I swallowed everything they gave me, just to be out of there. Then they forced me to undergo two sessions of therapy, making me talk about my relationships with the family. I wanted to scream or smash the stupid woman’s face, but the meds made me slow. I couldn’t defend myself. I felt much worse than when I was at home.
The second they told me I could go, I grabbed my personal stuff, and ran outside as fast as I could, past my “parents” who still looked scared of me. Well, at least my stepfather did, I didn’t dare to look in my mother’s face. I took a taxi to my old friend’s house and am staying there for now. I’ll never ever come back home. I blocked all my relatives, they know I’m with a friend, but they don’t know the exact address. I’ll never forgive them for what they did to me. And I’ll never allow anyone to send me to a hospital in my life! I’d rather die.
