Involuntarily Committed: My 12-Day Psych Ward Odyssey

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Dear Readers,

I have been away for far too long from my home, my friends, my blog…

Reason? I was recently involuntarily committed to the local “Behavioral Health” facility after a particularly nasty bout of hypomania that unfortunately blossomed into full-blown psychotic mania.

My lovely bipolar disorder, manic-depression, whatever you want to call it.

I can’t say it wasn’t fun while it lasted.

But now it just sucks.

Whoa, how much money did I spend last month?? Oh shit.

Uhm, did I *really* send those emails? F*#k. And those text messages, too? Double f*#k.

The good news is that I’m feeling much better. Non-compliance with meds as well as abusing one of them did me in this time.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Seemed like a good idea at the time, the energy of ten men, staying up night after night rationalizing to myself that I was being “productive.”

Bullshit. I was manic. And I loved it.

So…I have a story to tell. It’s a 12-day journey that I’m going to document on this site for everyone who has ever gone through something similar.

Most importantly, I want to write about it to hopefully prevent others from falling down into this hole.

I’m digging myself out every hour of each day. It’s going to take a while, I know this from “experience.”

While I heal, I’m going to bare my soul to whoever happens to read this.

Warning: it’s not pretty. It’s gritty and grimy and not at all what it appears to be at first blush. It never is.

So if you’re interested, strap yourself in for my 12-day odyssey in the psych ward.

In the end hopefully someone learns a lesson, maybe even me.

Tagged as: Behavioral, bipolar disorder, Health, mania, manic-depression