Posted by bleauberry on October 2, 2015, at 13:45:05
In reply to experiences in a psych ward, posted by joe f on September 28, 2015, at 14:51:06
I was in one voluntarily, and again another time involuntarily. Both due to suicidal intentions from longstanding depression resistant to MD drugs. All of it ended up being Lyme Disease and 90% remission was achieved on antibiotics and herbs.
Lonely place. Food and care was fine. But the pdocs were not great...average garden variety. There were ECT advertisement signs in the halls. Smart marketing. Talk about taking advantage. Wow. Anyway. I ended up doing that. It failed. 12 of them. Failed.
So it had been a week. I was even worse than I was when I went in. A nurse found me in a corner of a hallway, on my knees, sobbing like a baby. She was there to inform me my stay was over and they were letting me out. They needed my bed for someone worse than me. How it could be worse than me, I have no clue.
When I hit the street, that was about the time I finally realized, the medical world really doesn't have much in its toolbox to help people with depression. And so I set out on my own to figure out what had gone wrong in my life. Long story, but the journey led to a 25 year old diagnosis of Lyme disease which had been missed the entire time. Antibiotics were the answer to my depression, not any of the psych drugs.
Lonely. That's the only word that really pops into my head when I think of the psych ward.
It was a feeling of hope when I went in. But that quickly fades when you realize it is not their job or their intention to get you better.
Their job is merely to "stabilize" the patient or stabilize the situation. As soon as you say you might not kill yourself, you are all better in their eyes and fit to hit the street again.
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