August 01, 2017 . Hospital Journal
Admitted to hospital voluntarily.
I can’t believe they did this to me.
I knew I needed the help.
But how so fucking dramatic.
August 02, 2017 . Hospital Journal
Being here is no different. Just tune the crazies out *looks around* – oh I am one of the crazies now!
I heard tales of places like this. After all everyone knows One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest is one of my all time favorite books. Or Girl Interrupted. It’s not exactly like that. Just a big quiet hospital where you can roam freely-ish. We interact – as much as we can since we’re all wounded animals. Sensitive.
Survival will be based on how long you can go without conflict.
Maybe it’s the meds – But these people are more tolerable than the “normies”.
When I got here I was assigned to a room with a woman who much rather be alone. I don’t blame her. I much rather be alone too. But that’s because I hate people. Not sure what her problem is, but I’m guessing she doesn’t like people much either.
I had to sleep in the quiet rec room. I actually preferred being left alone for the night.
Today I attended group. It was interesting but nothing I haven’t heard before.
How did this happen to me? Was it my fault or theirs? Is it everyone’s or just my brain?
How is this supposed to help? Sitting alone. Annoyed by everyone. Isn’t this they type of shit I should be avoiding?
I told you no one care about me. Not worth the effort. Always alone.