My first time in a mental institution It started out as a good day, I was happy but at the same time I could feel everything slowly slipping away from me. While I was at work my mood suddenly took a turn for the worst I decided to pick up a pair of scissors that were sitting there on my register. My first thought was maybe just a small cut and you’ll feel better, all you have to do is just cut once and everything will be fine, so I did but I couldn’t stop there so I kept on cutting and that’s when my family showed up. They asked me what happened and all I said was that I had accidentally cut my hand on something sharp. That is when the manager came over asked me if I was okay and if I just wanted to go home early, so I ended leaving that day.
Whenever we got to my grandmother’s house all of my family was there they asked me, why and how was I able to do that to myself while I was at work. My only answer was “I don’t know I just felt like doing it”. At this point my mother decided that I should be checked into a mental institution for my own safety. That night one of my aunts gave me some medicine to help me sleep and relax and forget about what I was going to be enduring for the next couple of …show more content…
Walking into the building we were hit with a cold gust of air, we signed in and a few minutes later the nurse called us back I remember her asking me “so Ms. Buckley can you tell me why did you hurt yourself”, all I said was I don’t know. She then left so that the doctor could come in and start the intake process it was like I was in another world, because everything there at the hospital was totally different from what I was used too. Whenever, we were walking to the psych ward of the hospital, the look that she gave my mother was one of sadness and I can still remember my mother looking as if she was just so
Whenever we got to my grandmother’s house all of my family was there they asked me, why and how was I able to do that to myself while I was at work. My only answer was “I don’t know I just felt like doing it”. At this point my mother decided that I should be checked into a mental institution for my own safety. That night one of my aunts gave me some medicine to help me sleep and relax and forget about what I was going to be enduring for the next couple of …show more content…
Walking into the building we were hit with a cold gust of air, we signed in and a few minutes later the nurse called us back I remember her asking me “so Ms. Buckley can you tell me why did you hurt yourself”, all I said was I don’t know. She then left so that the doctor could come in and start the intake process it was like I was in another world, because everything there at the hospital was totally different from what I was used too. Whenever, we were walking to the psych ward of the hospital, the look that she gave my mother was one of sadness and I can still remember my mother looking as if she was just so