I've been in three psych wards. The worst one had a very perverse psychiatrist and there were no books or anything for stimulation. All I had was a window with a view of a small courtyard, which we weren't allowed into. It was winter, so nothing green was in bloom.

I was terrified, but managed to hold it together long enough to be transferred to another facility. At that facility the staff played head games.

At the third place my mattress was on the floor and one of the staff wore ruby shoes, which upset me. They were actual shoes with red rhinestones. I believed they'd been taken from me by theft. I used to walk the halls and look for her so I could see my shoes.

One of the male nurses would hang out by my door while using his computer on a cart. I was paranoid that he wanted me to give him a BJ. Silly, I know, but you know how it is.