Two years ago I was admitted to Riverside Hospital for a second nervous breakdown. I admitted around 7pm, crying and a total mess. I changed into their hospital garb and was given meds to help me sleep. I cried almost everyday. Anything could and did make me cry. What embarrassed me most was my behavior that got me sent to the ER in the first place. I had a 3 day panic attack. I was embarrassed to tell to my family. To let them know I was okay and doing fine…it wasn't my first time being hospitalized you see. The first time I only did 3 days and was out in a blink. This time I was terrified that they might never let me out. I was given a number of different meds to stable me out emotionally. Some worked. Some were an epic failure. Some of the nurses were assholes and some were nice. The ones I got along with tend to be the second shifters. I don't know why, maybe because I was admitted in the evening. Who knows. I had to get up at the crack of dawn (for me anyway) if I...
I'm bipolar and want to tell my story. I want to help those who need advice and support. I love to answer questions about mental illness. I hope you like what I have to say.