I ended up going to a specialist unit for youth with mental health complications. The only difference was that it was forensic so it was a lockdown 24/7 and the rules are very tightly regulated. You weren't allowed any belongings and all the rooms were locked including the bathroom, courtyard, and even your bedroom.
I paid the price for hurting people. I was strangled from behind, I felt my face turn pale as the oxygen left my lungs. I was too weak and depleted to fight it. The staff didn't realize what was happening and by the time they clicked, I was almost gone. They ripped her off me and took her away. I couldn't cry or scream but at that moment all I wanted was to feel my parents' love and be held tightly knowing everything was going to be okay.
It was hard being so far from home. It was lonely and stressful. There were definitely days when I thought I couldn't do it anymore. There were plenty of tears and painful goodbyes as if it were the last. I never want to go back to that place even though it helped me while I was there and I love the staff dearly I want better for myself and I want to live a fulfilling life and make an impact on the world, I can't do that if I'm behind the bars of a mental facility.
YOU ARE READING
Does it help or harm
Short StoryThis is going to be all about my long complicated journey with mental health and by this I hope to help someone out there that feels how I feel. I have a decent amount of experience so treat it like looking through a lens of life in a psychiatric f...
