“As if you can just section me, I say. You can’t just say someone is sectioned and then they are sectioned. That is not how it works.”
As an Registered Nurse (RNMH, long since the PC RNLD) I had cause to section a guy. I read the form I had to, he laughed, kicked out a window and went to the city general hospital to fake a heart attack to get care. In my 17 years as a nurse he was and remains the one patient I hate, loathe and despise.
Richard? I fucking hate you.
“When I am well, I sometimes think I will be fine for life, and want to abandon all my medication. And when I am not well, I think maybe I really am just a fuck-up, and should not be dealt with sympathetically. “
I’m open about my depression, but my actual diagnosis? No. A few select people I absolutely trust know. Work does not. Will not. It wouldn’t change anything positively if they did know, so why reveal?
Some days, sometimes several together, are very hard. It’s the way it is, has to be, I can’t change it. Not nice.
Having a mental illness is not simple.
It can be really really hard.