Savannah
The isolation room was where I spent most of my days, the walls were starch white, the bathroom was limited to a plastic shower door with a very low hanging shower head, a toilet and a mirror bolted to the wall both utilities were white and bland. There was one double paned window with a wooden ledge covered in past patients scrawlings and profanities, the window overlooked the grassy forecourt.
The day I went home from Pine rest was a memorable day. It was Sunday and the sun was shining through the isolation room, making me increasingly anxious to go outside; to leave. I knew I would be getting a ride home later in the evening but the wait was exhausting. I was quite saddened that it wouldn’t be my parents coming to get me …show more content…
We walked out the doors together, I was finally free two weeks in a mental hospital can do somethings to a person, but I had been prepared, I wasn’t crazy. We reached his car , he opened the passenger door of his iridescent blue ford taurus. I gladly entered feeling the soft leather seat covers underneath me, grateful I had been given a ride and a comfy one at that. And after we buckled our seatbelts we pulled out of the parking lot. For the first thirty minutes to an hour, the ride home was quiet not a bad quiet a good quiet, something I cherished and didn't get much of during my stay at Pine Rest. During the last hour I flipped through my uncles cd’s he had some pretty hip stuff, we ended up settling on the maroon five album ‘overexposed’. It had some songs that really had me re-thinking my choices and feeling sentimental. We jammed to maroon five and I was really thinking maybe my life is looking up maybe I’m going to be okay. That’s how me as an adolescent female with bipolar disorder thought, boy was I wrong. We arrived at my house my door was shut and my parents were
The isolation room was where I spent most of my days, the walls were starch white, the bathroom was limited to a plastic shower door with a very low hanging shower head, a toilet and a mirror bolted to the wall both utilities were white and bland. There was one double paned window with a wooden ledge covered in past patients scrawlings and profanities, the window overlooked the grassy forecourt.
The day I went home from Pine rest was a memorable day. It was Sunday and the sun was shining through the isolation room, making me increasingly anxious to go outside; to leave. I knew I would be getting a ride home later in the evening but the wait was exhausting. I was quite saddened that it wouldn’t be my parents coming to get me …show more content…
We walked out the doors together, I was finally free two weeks in a mental hospital can do somethings to a person, but I had been prepared, I wasn’t crazy. We reached his car , he opened the passenger door of his iridescent blue ford taurus. I gladly entered feeling the soft leather seat covers underneath me, grateful I had been given a ride and a comfy one at that. And after we buckled our seatbelts we pulled out of the parking lot. For the first thirty minutes to an hour, the ride home was quiet not a bad quiet a good quiet, something I cherished and didn't get much of during my stay at Pine Rest. During the last hour I flipped through my uncles cd’s he had some pretty hip stuff, we ended up settling on the maroon five album ‘overexposed’. It had some songs that really had me re-thinking my choices and feeling sentimental. We jammed to maroon five and I was really thinking maybe my life is looking up maybe I’m going to be okay. That’s how me as an adolescent female with bipolar disorder thought, boy was I wrong. We arrived at my house my door was shut and my parents were