Yo heres my story from when i was in the Psych Ward for abt 2 weeks.

Im not gonna go too indepth with HOW i got there and why. Im just sharing my experience WHILE there. Tw! Mentions of Suicide. Read at your risk!

So, when i got there, i got my own room. The windows opened, but only like, an inch. Every 30 seconds you have to press a botton to turn on the water and tap in the bathrooms. I got some cool grippy socks, though. Those are cool. Almost every night theres someone screaming at the tip of their lungs, which made it hard to sleep. Also, the blankets were THIN ASF. The food their was pretty good tbh, but its a hit or miss. The second day, i was lucky enough to have the therapy dogs come in to play! THEY WERE SOO CUTE!!!! I loved them. I got prescribed some meds, met some fellow suicidal people, drew a bit, and did LOTS of therapy. LOTS.

I remember having a depressive episode and wanting do die, scared because it was my first time there, and so the nurses came in. (I got the booty juice. It suuuucckedddd.)

Thats basically how my 2 weeks there went.

I also got put with a new nurse bc the other one didnt let me share how I was feeling, which was the whole point of her job.

My fingers fucking hurt, so ill write more later.