Yes last night was chaotic and I was being pulled in 3 directions. Trying to help people that I thought were my friends because they were trying to harm themselves. I'm drained and frustrated with staff and the patients. I can't describe what it was like to be in that position. Everyone assumes I'm the strong one (I think) but I'm not coping either, just because I'm not acting out doesn't mean I'm not suffering too. And the doctors still haven't sorted/increased my PRN yet. I've been waiting since Friday and I've been struggling a lot ever since then.
There's no staff member I feel able to talk to really and I don't see the point.
I have a meeting with the directors at 3pm so I'm pretty anxious.