My week in a fancy psych ward

I completed 7 full days. I asked – in great trauma and distress – on the 7th day to be released to go home as I was the most suicidal and out of control I’ve been in years and it was due to the treatment I received in hospital. First let’s do the pros andContinue reading “My week in a fancy psych ward”

My 1st full day in a Psych Ward

As fancy as my “Suite” here is, the pillows are inflatable and very uncomfortable so I didn’t get much sleep last night. Have you ever tried to sleep with a BALLOON as your pillow? It’s infuriating. Especially after a long day when all you want to do is sleep. Apart from that, it seems toContinue reading “My 1st full day in a Psych Ward”

I’ve been admitted to a Private psych ward

I’ve been in so much mental anguish for so long that I knew I had to reach out for help. I asked my Doctor to write me a referral to 4 of the Private Psych Hospitals here in Perth and God made a way because I got admitted to HC yesterday afternoon. I shook asContinue reading “I’ve been admitted to a Private psych ward”

Panicked

I left work on Friday with a beautiful card of encouragement and love signed by everyone in my office, a little gift wrapped in flamingo paper (I’m hoping it’s a candle, I love candles) and hope in my heart that now I was going to get the rest and time to think and reset thatContinue reading “Panicked”

What would Dad say?

Well. It could go one of 2 ways, really. Whenever I came to Dad for advice, he’d either be compassionate and wise with some really good advice, or get really angry/annoyed at what I was asking about (maybe it was in the way I asked?) and would give me very sarcastic, hurtful advice…and possibly aContinue reading “What would Dad say?”

Decisions, Decisions

I have a longggg history of being hired and fired for many, MANY jobs. I have pretty much worked in every industry and field in the whole of Perth in offices in almost every suburb over the last 15 years. I can count on one hand the jobs I’ve enjoyed, they are that few andContinue reading “Decisions, Decisions”

It will be enough.

October 10, 2016 First of all, the good news: I don’t have Borderline Personality Disorder. A very high-up Medical “fellow” (who was a small, black African woman – go figure?) told me I didn’t have it after interviewing me for an hour at the Hospital last week. I’m more than happy to take her wordContinue reading “It will be enough.”

Making hard choices

February 07, 2020 I’m the one responsible for my life and 98% of me wants it just to end. I just want to stop. Please. I think the last few months have really battered me. What’s killing me now is pure exhaustion. I haven’t stopped. I’ve moved from job to job to job – takingContinue reading “Making hard choices”

Just…really cool

I’m temping for the week at the Children’s Hospital, screening any and all guests with Covid questions and asking everyone to sign into the “SafeWA” app. It’s a busy job on the main entrance and in Emergency, but absolutely perfect on one of the wards with hardly any visitors – because then I earn aContinue reading “Just…really cool”

Sore thumb

October 23, 2019 Something about being in Coles supermarket sets my bum off. I don’t know what it is. Probably because my ass hates me and wants to poo when I’m the furtherest away from a working toilet possible. This time, a toilet was only about 500 meters away. Lucky me. So I was inContinue reading “Sore thumb”