The first night on the mental health ward is always hard. I should know, I’ve done it a few times now. The first step is accepting that you need help.
My first time came after spending my night bawling on the bathroom floor, pill bottle in hand, unsure of what was about to happen.
It felt like a movie. I was watching myself unscrew the cap and pour every pill into my mouth. I lacked clarity, my body moved without my control, and I was afraid.