Sunday, February 04, 2007
Girl, Interrupted
I have five days more in the mental hospital. I don't think i need to distinguish myself as a nurse from the patients 'cause i think it doesn't really matter.. at the end of the day, everyone's the same. Patients scream, nurses yell. Patients throw tantrum, nurses throw evil looks. Patients beg to go home, nurses can't wait to end shift and go home. So show me the difference and i'll show you reality.
The experience is priceless, really. But truth be told, it gets seriously depressing in there. Not because of the superficial reasons but because i think... it's damn sad la, to be alive but zombified. Like, hullo anyone in there? No? Okay bye. I may be wrong but i see no quality of life whatsoever if all they ever do is take medications and hang around more people with similar disorders or even worse and somehow i don't see how they'll ever get well again. Pardon me, for i'm attached to an acute ward and it's more drama mama than the ones my friends are attached to. Probably why i see no silver lining to the clouds for now. But that said, i wish there'd be some spark of miracle that'll work on them all, make them all better and so i say a little prayer for them everyday. Then again, there is a reason why God makes and leaves them this way. I'm just not sure why.
Must be great to be a Woodbridge patient at times. It's just you, your world and the voices.
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fara // 23:35
Girl, Interrupted
I have five days more in the mental hospital. I don't think i need to distinguish myself as a nurse from the patients 'cause i think it doesn't really matter.. at the end of the day, everyone's the same. Patients scream, nurses yell. Patients throw tantrum, nurses throw evil looks. Patients beg to go home, nurses can't wait to end shift and go home. So show me the difference and i'll show you reality.
The experience is priceless, really. But truth be told, it gets seriously depressing in there. Not because of the superficial reasons but because i think... it's damn sad la, to be alive but zombified. Like, hullo anyone in there? No? Okay bye. I may be wrong but i see no quality of life whatsoever if all they ever do is take medications and hang around more people with similar disorders or even worse and somehow i don't see how they'll ever get well again. Pardon me, for i'm attached to an acute ward and it's more drama mama than the ones my friends are attached to. Probably why i see no silver lining to the clouds for now. But that said, i wish there'd be some spark of miracle that'll work on them all, make them all better and so i say a little prayer for them everyday. Then again, there is a reason why God makes and leaves them this way. I'm just not sure why.
The future's catching up after me and soon i'd be engulfed faster than i could imagine. It's already hard to swallow the current state of affairs, i'm talking about my life here, what more being kicked into twilight zone... the future that seems to morph itself every five minutes or so, such that what may come leaves me with much apprehension. Goodness i'm starting to spell rubbish.
Must be great to be a Woodbridge patient at times. It's just you, your world and the voices.
fara // 23:35
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