I was crying on the psych wing and wanted a vystral. The peppy art therapist told me oh I'm sorry the nurses are busy getting night meds ready. Would you like a pencil and piece of paper so you can journal about your feelings. Wtf?! I wanted to get violent up in there after she grinned and spoke to me like I was a 5 yr old. Like you posted, I also consider myself easy going and respect others. And, like you were threatened, they upped my meds. I think mental wards are probably akin to gereatrics. We get jello, pills, and make arts & crafts like we're all functioning on a very low IQ level.

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