To Anyone That Will Listen
To anyone that will listen, I’ve been going through my pictures from last year--the ones leading up to the day I ended up in the ER. Everything seemed fine just days before. I was going to events, spending time out in nature, all the stuff that made me seem... ok. I don’t remember that morning very well. I think I’ve blocked that part out. But I remember them checking me into Emory’s ER and taking all my belongings. I remember them putting me in a special room with all the equipment locked up and leaving me there for 16 hours. The social worker left after about 4 hours, and after that I was alone. They gave me nothing to eat. Nothing to keep my mind busy. I thought they forgot about me until the EMT’s came rushing into my room at 4 in the morning. They were there to drive me to my home for the next week, the only mental hospital that took my insurance in a 30 mile radius, but I wasn’t done waiting. When I got there, they took me to a holding room full of addicts, suicidal patient...