I’ve had only positive experiences in psych wards but I was in a theraputic community for 13 months that was like hell on earth, lord of the flies, a ptsd machine, so everything after that felt like the ritz motel
I did have one roommate who didn’t shower in one psych ward and back then being so depressed and over it you couldn’t drag yourself into the shower was inconceivable to me being 15 and taking 2 showers a day
I was like what the
fuck is
this? and demanded a room change
God and the universe have since made sure to humble me and show me exactly what it is like to be so depressed taking a shower feels like climbing an ice wall with just my fingers and toes
there were the inevitable clashes with staff and I was involuntarily sedated twice both times over phone conversations with my parents that sent me out into orbit
now I know my mom is a narcissist and the explosion is the point but back then I was still clueless and had a hair trigger and tried to rip the payphone off the wall once

and the second time kept slamming the receiver like a nutter
I’m so stupid


edited to add
it doesn’t matter who the psychiatrists are in bed with I need my bipolar meds or I will lose everything