Yes, I was admitted to the psych ward after having a violent adverse reaction to Paxil. I was taking it for depression and anxiety.
Most of the people in the psych ward were detoxing from various drug addictions. I realize mental illness and drug problems often go together, but they do have separate issues and should be addressed separately.
I still remember the people in there. The nurses, the claustrophobia, the paranoia and tracers brought on by new drugs given to me by the doctors.
It was interesting to watch the behavior of the people with depression. Most of them switched to public face mode and did the overly smiley happy routine, hugging everyone and wanting to listen to their problems.
The people detoxing mostly stuck to themselves. They seemed to be in a stupor.
We got breaks where we could go outside and nearly all of them smoked. I took up smoking at the psych ward, of all places. There was nothing else to do.
One guy in particular was heartbreaking. He was about my age; 19 at the time, kind and friendly. He'd been an athlete in school but had gotten addicted to crack and had become a skeleton. He and his girlfriend had a young son, and she didn't understand his issues. I wonder what he's doing now, if he's still alive.
I wonder about many of those people. They were like lost souls. People talk about hell, but sometimes I think we do our time here on earth, maybe we won't have to do it after we're gone.