Abrupt and Violent Terms.
So, last night I spent in a Crisis Center Ward.
Yes, a ghetto Mental Institute.
Because, you see, I was having suicidal thoughts.
Very real, very close-to-home suicidal thoughts.
I stayed there overnight to see how I would react to new meds.
So I stayed in a place colored faded salmon with rubber bumpers and curve-edged chairs, where everyone called me Miss Weaver and how are you feeling Miss Weaver? You look so young to be in here, Miss Weaver, would you like more cranberry juice? Is everything ok, Miss Weaver?
I was broken when I went in, and how, I may not be "fixed" but at least I'm loosely taped together with Seraquil and sleeping aids. If I so much get near to a glass of bourbon I'll go into a coma though, I'm sure.
I just don't know where to start to make my life what it was.
I have so many debts, over $3000 to my Sallie Mae, and $2000 to my mom.
I have no social support- no religion.
I lost that stupid job at the Edwards because of this...
I want to just go back to being a full-time student, but I can't afford it...
So that doctorate in Psychology I feel so compelled to get with take me a million years to get.
And I never want to fall in love again... it hurts too much for me to deal with.
But I'm ok. I promise.
Yes, a ghetto Mental Institute.
Because, you see, I was having suicidal thoughts.
Very real, very close-to-home suicidal thoughts.
I stayed there overnight to see how I would react to new meds.
So I stayed in a place colored faded salmon with rubber bumpers and curve-edged chairs, where everyone called me Miss Weaver and how are you feeling Miss Weaver? You look so young to be in here, Miss Weaver, would you like more cranberry juice? Is everything ok, Miss Weaver?
I was broken when I went in, and how, I may not be "fixed" but at least I'm loosely taped together with Seraquil and sleeping aids. If I so much get near to a glass of bourbon I'll go into a coma though, I'm sure.
I just don't know where to start to make my life what it was.
I have so many debts, over $3000 to my Sallie Mae, and $2000 to my mom.
I have no social support- no religion.
I lost that stupid job at the Edwards because of this...
I want to just go back to being a full-time student, but I can't afford it...
So that doctorate in Psychology I feel so compelled to get with take me a million years to get.
And I never want to fall in love again... it hurts too much for me to deal with.
But I'm ok. I promise.