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Only genealogy buffs such as myself will probably find this interesting. My great-great-great grandmother, after losing two children and never recovering while her husband was away fighting in the War Between the States, was sent to live out the rest of her life at the most well known mental hospital in North Carolina, Dorothea Dix Hospital. I have always identified with and felt a bond with her due to her mental anguish. Well the state archives of North Carolina was able to find her information in a patient admission and discharge log from 1868-1875! She was buried in an unmarked grave on the site and not much is known about her. Back then many family members would not come to receive the bodies of their family members who died at the hospital due to the stigma. I am honored to be able to celebrate the life of this beautiful woman who has been forgotten by history. #History #MentalHealth #Trauma #Grief #ChildLoss #mentalhospital

I was put in physical restraints in the mental hospital and now have symptoms of ptsd. It was a really scary experience and I felt so helpless and claustrophobic being strapped down and unable to move. I know the health care workers thought they were doing the right thing to keep me safe, but I felt it was unneccessary and did more harm then good. Has anyone had this experience and has anything helped you recover? I feel anxious laying in bed at night :( #Anxiety #Depression #PTSD #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #mentalhospital

Has anyone gotten out a mental hospital and had to go back a week later because you weren't ready? I ask because I realize how much my family goes through when I'm gone and I feel guilty for needing to go away to get my head straight #MentalHealth #mentalhospital #Bipolar2Disorder

I have sever oanic disorder and anxiety with periods of depression. I fear medication but I have recently been prescribed valium. I cant manage my life as it is and there's nothing I can do to change it. so I have to change me. and I need an environment I'm able to do that in. I'm reading reviews and some of them scare me. I'm afraid of making the wrong choice. have you been "here"? what do you think? #Depression #Anxiety #mentalhospital #Advice #Life #help #Hope

This past year, I tried to cope with the mental illnesses they kept in secrecy from people in my life. For months it felt like everything inside of me was just being suppressed and I began to shut down, both academically and socially. After January, you could say that my life really started to fall apart. I began to fail many of my classes which were extremely unusual for me. Life started to become very bland and it seem to lose its meaning. Finally, once the school year had ended I just assumed life would be so much better. I had a new job that I loved quite a bit, I was in a relationship in which we were both very happy — for the first time in a long while, life was really good... until it wasn’t.
Towards the end of June, I had a severe mental breakdown, I was quickly rushed to a mental hospital which I went through the most dramatic personal transformation I have ever gone through, or ever will go through. I met people that I will never forget. The other patients and I soon became close friends. I realize that while I had felt so alone for so many months, I was not alone. An important lesson that I learned was that “everyone hurts, so ease their pain.”
This epiphany of mine came to me while I was talking to one of the nurses. In our conversation, he explained to me how he was diagnosed with major depressive disorder – just like me. He continued to talk about how it took him years to come to peace with himself and eventually master self love. I realize that he – a functioning member of society – also struggled internally. In this conversation between us, it hit me… No matter what I do in my life, somehow I want to help people. It sounds so cliché, but what I really want to do is to make a difference in the world, whether it’s changing a single person’s life or revolutionizing an entire group of people; I want to make a difference, no matter how big or small, if I can save at least one person, I have succeeded in life. This is my purpose. To make a difference in at least one persons life.
As I walked out of the doors of the mental hospital a week and a half later, I knew that I would be back. But instead of being a patient, I would be back as a person who will make the lives of people who are struggling with mental illnesses, better. So, you might be wondering how I will do that. Well, I decided to follow the footsteps of the person who made the most difference in my life.
I feel within my soul, the mental health nursing is the field that is best suited for me. But working as a mental health nurse practitioner or an APRN, I can help those that need help the most.
I hope that one day I can make a difference in the lives of all those that need help.
#Suicide #Anxiety #Depression #mentalhospital #Loneliness

I tried to type this last night, but I think the dorminoct got the better of me...

Overall today (yesterday) was a good day. Best Friend woke me with coffee, groups were good.

Untill I got a voicenote from my son's teacher and I know he's ill. Sitting is a session and I can't listen. Sent her a msg which she did not read. Then messaged Hubby to phone and find out what's going on. We're not supposed to be using our phines in sessions. I hate feeling so helpless like a terrible Mom who's hands are tied and I can literally not do anything for my son. I hate sitting in here.

I'm sure my Psychologist and Psychiatrist spoke before my session with the Psychologist. To clarify, I had a session with my Psychiatrist at 10:30. He is concerned about going home and back to work...or was he just mirroring my fears. We are sheltered and kept busy in here.

Later when I saw my Psychologist we sort of talked about the exact same thing. I asked him if they talked, he said no but it is too much of a coincidence. I really like (hate) this guy, he draws things out without me realising and then I realise things I thought things that were dealt with were not dealt with at all. I am scared going back to work especially. The thought train runs away when the department is quiet... He also gave me an immense task to talk about hubby to.I was a bit hysterical about it but broke the ice last night and now we bith have time to gather thoughts and have a decent conversation when we're alone.

Needless to say after my session I was mad and sad and frustrated. I was building a playlist on my pc and the burst into tears. The poor lady sleeping next to me had the fright of her life by my ugly cry and called the nursing staff. They wanted to give me something to sleep (Why do they always want to numb it? I think they don't always know how to handle the situation.), I refused and the Sr and I had a good chat. All I really needed was some private space to let it out. We sleep in 4 bed wards here. And have NO privacy. Must say it gets to me...

Last night working on my playlist I must've forgotten to stop WinAmp and the music kept playing. I honestly didn't realise it till I got shat on from a dizzy height this morning! And the I got shat on again because I was supposedly late for my Robinol injection, which the Sr usually gives me in the room. Please tell me what your fucking expectations are then I will know. And if I was a troublemaker please shit all over me, but I am not and it was an honest mistake. The music was very soft to...but anyway.

Session 3 of ECT done. Feeling much better, just not sure if it is the treatment or change of environment. Great not having thoughts of or plan suicide everytime you head gets "quiet"...

No word on the medical aid yet either. Please keep your fingers crossed.

Enjoy your day folks
MJ

#BipolarDisorder #Bipolar2 #MentalHealth #iwanttogohome #mentalhospital