Life Is a Puzzle


If you’ve ever been in a psychiatric hospital, you’ll remember the puzzle in the group room. Here’s a good story about it:

Originally posted on Journey Towards Wellness:

After being in the psychiatric hospital in 1997 for almost a week, things took a turn for the worse.  I began thinking of ways I could kill myself in the hospital.  I thought about unscrewing a light bulb, breaking it and then cutting my wrist.  When I told the staff, they were none too happy.  They had me sit alone out in the dayroom so I could be observed while they made arrangements for me to go to the intensive care unit.  I thought being forced to sit there alone for over an hour was more of a punishment than anything else. After all, I had told them what I was thinking because I didn’t want to do it.  Eventually, they took me to ICU for three days.  There wasn’t much freedom in the regular unit, but there was even less in ICU.  We were only allowed outside into a…

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