Letters from the State Hospital is a great blog. This reblogged post is about life in a US mental hospital. A staggering number of patients admitted to these hospitals commit suicide within an of month discharge. Most were not suicidal on admission. This post is a peek into why state mental hospitals end up killing patients instead of helping them.
Therapy yesterday really threw me for a loop.
I’ve spent the whole day, so far, lying in bed reliving past trauma…numbing…losing myself…but surviving.
I’m so triggered right now, I can barely talk about anything. I keep drifting off mid-sentence.
This is so not normal…not like me at all.
My coloring books and crayons have mysteriously gone missing. It’s the only thing I had to keep me busy. I wish I had something to focus my mind on.
My underwear have gone missing, too. I arrived here with a dozen new pair…I now have only two.
I do my own laundry…how do underwear just disappear? I imagine to myself one if staff stealing underwear and taking them home to indulge their own sicknesses…
Ugh. *shutter in disgust**
No one is speaking to me much.
I feel like I’m drifting off to lala land…
I don’t seem to feel…
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