Commitment

Four days straight--

No sleep.

Completely la la.

Everything was symbolic.

Everything was God.

--

I begged to go to the hospital.

No voluntary for me.

No 72 hour hold,

no bed.

No dignity.

No liberty.

No cell phone.

Committed.

--

I was put on the wing for the severely ill.

Patients howled and rocked.

No sleeping meds.

Day 5.

--

In the morning, I saw the doc.

Bipolar with psychosis:

Abilify, multivitamin, melatonin, Benadryl.

They moved me to the other wing.

No howling and less rocking.

I slept.

--

You wanted to get out?

Four rules:

eat,

(think gaining five pounds in a week)

sleep,

(in spite of constant monitoring)

shower,

(no razors though)

and go to groups.

(oh the angst!)

I did it all.

--

I got sleep.

I was less la la.

Not as many things were symbolic.

Everything was still God.

--

I was committed;

I got out.

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