Day 15 of my 12th psychiatric stay, 2009? I am told to stay in my room after lunch by the nurse. They said we all should stay in our rooms til 12:30 and it was noon. What changed everything for me is the nurse said NOT! to come out, they would get us. Well they didnt and that changed everything, I hated my room. I grabbed the sheet off the bed, used my teeth and made strips from the sheet. I braided the strips and made a rope. I used the rest of the sheet to use as a cloke. I then found a small piece of metal and used it to carve a cross in my forehead and then I ran an ebony pencil back and forth on a piece of paper. I then pressed the shavings into the cross in my forehead to ensure that it would be permanent. I was fully and utterly convinced that I was Jesus Christ. They finally let us out. I put the cloke on, wrapped the rope around my waist, pulled my hood down and wore it for a half an hour until a riot almost broke out. They loaded me up with a boatload of meds. A week later I finally got out of there. I am on my record, I have stayed out of there, for mania, for nearly 4 years. Yea, go me! When I am not manic or severely depressed I am a kind of sorta normal guy, well kind of, I dont know, you be the judge. smiley face!
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 06:30:31 +0000
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