My life’s most defining moment began on July 24th, my birthday, of 2016. I had an extremely intense breakdown after midnight while speaking to my boyfriend and a close friend. Triggered by nothing but bottled up emotions and constant anxiety, my mind was all over the place. I had no idea how to gather my thoughts. My conscience was similar to that of a concert audience, with loud, unintelligible, overlapping voices. I felt out of my body, as if I were watching myself through someone else’s eyes, while still feeling everything happening inside of me. Physically, I was short of breath, feeling as if I had a bulk of bricks directly on my lungs that I did not have the strength to remove. In that moment, not a single thing felt real, I was waiting
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CMC is a general hospital in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and I knew there was no way to get away from it. I went on with my day as I normally would, with the addition of the thought of admitting myself to a hospital in the back of my mind all day. I spent the day with my friend and family, had the typical birthday occasion. All in all, the day wasn’t necessarily bad. We ordered pizza, had a cake, and relaxed. Then, around four o’clock, I started stressing about leaving my house and being on my way to the hospital. I dreaded leaving the welcoming smell of fresh pizza and cake filling my home, to enter the smell of ultimate sterilization and disinfectants. We arrived to the general hospital around 4:30 PM, and from there we walked up to the counter. Coming out of my daze, I hear “I would like to request a psych eval for my daughter.” My heart dropped again, my stomach formed more knots, there was no way I could turn back or convince my mom to bring me home now. We followed up with the general questions, gave the receptionist our contact information, signing forms, the typical hospital …show more content…
I had so many thoughts in my head that, between the uncomfortable, paper-like hospital attire I was wearing, and the inaudible voices coming from other patients, I could barely remember all of them. My mother and I sat in the hospital room for 12 hours, waiting on more paperwork, and waiting on the answer to the question that must have been asked at least 20 times that day; “What’s next?”. Doctors, nurses, lab technicians, and social workers were in and out of my room
CMC is a general hospital in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and I knew there was no way to get away from it. I went on with my day as I normally would, with the addition of the thought of admitting myself to a hospital in the back of my mind all day. I spent the day with my friend and family, had the typical birthday occasion. All in all, the day wasn’t necessarily bad. We ordered pizza, had a cake, and relaxed. Then, around four o’clock, I started stressing about leaving my house and being on my way to the hospital. I dreaded leaving the welcoming smell of fresh pizza and cake filling my home, to enter the smell of ultimate sterilization and disinfectants. We arrived to the general hospital around 4:30 PM, and from there we walked up to the counter. Coming out of my daze, I hear “I would like to request a psych eval for my daughter.” My heart dropped again, my stomach formed more knots, there was no way I could turn back or convince my mom to bring me home now. We followed up with the general questions, gave the receptionist our contact information, signing forms, the typical hospital …show more content…
I had so many thoughts in my head that, between the uncomfortable, paper-like hospital attire I was wearing, and the inaudible voices coming from other patients, I could barely remember all of them. My mother and I sat in the hospital room for 12 hours, waiting on more paperwork, and waiting on the answer to the question that must have been asked at least 20 times that day; “What’s next?”. Doctors, nurses, lab technicians, and social workers were in and out of my room