Hi everyone.
I finally managed to get online in this place, yippee. I thought I'd write about my experiences in the past few days.
I've been suffering of a panic disorder esque thing since 2001, but I was fine for the past years, thanks to a certain mind-altering drug. Lately, however, the symptoms have been coming back, which I've assumed to be related with a new drug that I started taking for my osteoporosis (brittle bones). It got so bad that I was sent to a mental hospital, which is where I'm writing this from.
Ever seen "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest"? Yeah, this place isn't quite like that, but the patients are ****ed up nonetheless. The section I'm literally locked up in has schizophrenics and whatnot. There's this elderly lady who thinks I'm trying to kill her or something, an old man who talks about God knows what to himself, people like that. These people are seriously bothering me, as I believe they would anyone with even a grain of sanity left.
Because the effect of my old drug (Paxil) seems to have worn off somehow, thus giving me panic attacks and anxiety, I'm on a new drug called Renerom, basically hoping it'll affect ASAP so I can get out of this hellhole.
I'm trembling as I type this, thinking of home and how I've learned to appreciate sanity on a whole new level. It's very comforting to know that there are sane, mentally stable people reading this, something that this place (with the exception of the staff) notably lacks.
I'd also like to say sorry to anyone I may have said anything to give a bad impression of myself. I know this is just massassi.net on just the Internet, but right now this is for me acting as a getaway from what I'm going through right now.
Appreciate your health, physical and mental. I used to think losing your mental health is somehow better than losing your physical health. It's not.
I finally managed to get online in this place, yippee. I thought I'd write about my experiences in the past few days.
I've been suffering of a panic disorder esque thing since 2001, but I was fine for the past years, thanks to a certain mind-altering drug. Lately, however, the symptoms have been coming back, which I've assumed to be related with a new drug that I started taking for my osteoporosis (brittle bones). It got so bad that I was sent to a mental hospital, which is where I'm writing this from.
Ever seen "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest"? Yeah, this place isn't quite like that, but the patients are ****ed up nonetheless. The section I'm literally locked up in has schizophrenics and whatnot. There's this elderly lady who thinks I'm trying to kill her or something, an old man who talks about God knows what to himself, people like that. These people are seriously bothering me, as I believe they would anyone with even a grain of sanity left.
Because the effect of my old drug (Paxil) seems to have worn off somehow, thus giving me panic attacks and anxiety, I'm on a new drug called Renerom, basically hoping it'll affect ASAP so I can get out of this hellhole.
I'm trembling as I type this, thinking of home and how I've learned to appreciate sanity on a whole new level. It's very comforting to know that there are sane, mentally stable people reading this, something that this place (with the exception of the staff) notably lacks.
I'd also like to say sorry to anyone I may have said anything to give a bad impression of myself. I know this is just massassi.net on just the Internet, but right now this is for me acting as a getaway from what I'm going through right now.
Appreciate your health, physical and mental. I used to think losing your mental health is somehow better than losing your physical health. It's not.
Looks like we're not going down after all, so nevermind.