Psych ward life

I've settled onto the Picasso ward here at the Cygnet hospital in Woking. It's been a week. Breakfast at 9am, lunch at 12pm, dinner at 5pm and meds where and when needed after each of those meals - these are the fixed events on the ward. I've done an Amazon shop to get all the essentials delivered so I can start to feel more human. We've had sober karoake, pet therapy, psychology, basketball, stretching and mindfulness to keep us occupied, along with other activities I haven't felt like joining in for. I've been allowed to annotate my care plan which is something that's never happened before but I feel is so important in a patient being able to take back control of their treatment. I've spoken to so many Drs, I've lost count. I don't think it's right we have to go over and over our story. I get tired of it all. I'm still on a detox, still hyper, still angry, still dissociating. I'm trying to work through it. Oh, and it's stormy which always seems to happen when I'm in hospital. The O2 building in London nearly lost its roof!

On my last night at Frimley hospital last Tuesday before I got transferred, my 1-2-1 told me a story that I'll never forget- and this is the thing about hospital, you meet really interesting characters and you realise everyone is going through something - he had to assess a suicidal 75 year old man after he was found going to the tube station everyday to figure out how to kill himself, but my 1-2-1 chap had just lost his own wife of 30 years two months before. Where did he find the strength?