Last Time I Ever Do That

Very much at the end of my rope, I went to psychiatric emergency services. They kept me for what I later learned was 2.5 hours in an empty cold room. Intermittently, someone would stop by and talk to me for a while. Each one asked me what I thought I needed. I always said I needed a different antidepressant, and they would say they had to consult someone else. When my mom asked what was going on, they said they couldn't prescribe me anything and they wanted to keep me overnight in this cold, empty room I'd been in. I think they were just putting me off, hoping I'd eventually fall asleep (without having or offering the meds I'm already on). I left and they told me to hang in there and come back and talk to the day staff. I have never felt so mistreated in my life.
whitedove712 whitedove712
26-30, F
Dec 12, 2012