THEY knew what was going on, but I didn't, and they did not care that I didn't. I did not know where I was or why. I just knew I had been driven there in an ambulance and thought I could go home soon.
Nope. And because I was in psychosis, they stuck me in the "bad unit" where the "bad patients" go.
Nope. And because I was in psychosis, they stuck me in the "bad unit" where the "bad patients" go.
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Bryanna/Brioche, Angry Noodle
I'll also add that because I was in psychosis and confused (which no one ever bothered to rectify until hours later), I was screaming for someone to get into that fucking room and tell me what was going on and why I wasn't allowed to see my family.
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