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Memories.
I heard a song today that I don't think I've heard since I was last in hospital. From about the age of 20, I was in and out of the MH ward on section and it was pretty horrible. I've been dragged from my house, stuck on a secure ward, lied to, tricked, injected, held down, blah blah blah. I haven't been in hospital for 18 months now, which is a long time, but the memories are so intense sometimes. Something will happen (like the song) and I'll be transported right back there. Scared and angry and irrational. Part of me thinks there was no need for any of it, but part of me knows I was fairly off the wall and bad things could have happened if I was left to my own devices. It's really difficult. I don't think I need advice. I just need someone to understand.
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