This story is going to have to be a multi-part story, as so much has happened to me in the last three weeks or so that it will take awhile to tell. And my story needs to be told. This story needs to be told and I want to scream it to the world.
In short, I have been struggling with a deep depression, my eating disorder, and many other triggers and difficult memories from the past for a few months now. Things have been getting harder and harder for me to cope with and I wasn’t even sure why. I finally reached the end of my rope on January 2, and overdosed on quite a lot of my prescription medications.
I was forcibly and legally committed to the hospital for 6 days, and it was hell… I need to write everything I remember here about the whole experience because I feel that it was so wrong in so many ways. It was torture for me to be there, and my supposed “treatment” was insane…..
So, that’s it for now, I am going to write about my experiences as I am able. Still feeling very tired, weak, and mentally exhausted from everything that has been happening, but I AM going to post the entire “crazy” hospital incarceration I went through, as well as the art that I worked on while I was actually locked up in the hospital.
Thanks for reading, and thanks for your support everyone! I am Baaack!!!!!!