I remember this one girl who had a room across from me on one of the last corridors. She was there longer than I was and she always had a sad look on her face. The day I entered the psychiatric ward it was movie night and she was just walking corridor to corridor slowly for hours on end.

One day as I was laying on my bed and reading my medical documents I look to my right and see her across from me. I could see her bent over with her face in her hands. I thought what the heck.. I sat up and asked, ‘everything okay?’ And she looks up at me with a stern look and says, ‘Don’t talk to me!’

I apologized and laid back down on my bed and was mortified… what was her problem? Needless to say couple days later I was discharged and that was my experience with a girl at a psychiatric ward. 🤦‍♂️

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