There's this craziness that builds up inside and it has to be released. A story of love, drugs, Rock & Roll and the search for the Meaning of Life.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Psych Ward
I am in the Herrick Psych Ward for "suicidal ideations and urges to cut self." I told the social worker that I also had urges to stab people, and I gave her the knife I stole, but she didn't put me in solitary confinement or strap me is a straighjacket like I was hoping. I think it would be fun to throw myself against the padded walls. Instead I went into my room and pounded on the walls, which apparently, according to my "Overcoming Self-Destructive Behavior" workbook is self-destructive behavior, though it seems more like wall-destructive behavior. I don't think the workbook was a good idea, it just gives me more ideas like hitting my head against the wall and hiding meds to overdose on.
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