This self published project depicts my experience as an involuntary patient in a Psychiatric Hospital. The book includes poems, stories and journal entries written during my admittance. This is both an acknowledgement and validation of not only my own experience, but that of countless others as well. My hope is that small book will be [...]
Category: poetry
Day Four
Day four was on a Monday. During my intake, which was a Thursday night, I was told they can only legally hold me for 72 hours. So on Monday, I knew that they couldn't keep me any longer. The doctors had barely spoken to me over the weekend. I met with the psychiatrist on Friday [...]
Day Three
The third day in the psych ward was my favorite. The third day was all about writing. Two of the three groups we participated in were writing groups. Ever since I became comfortable enough to speak, I had been quietly telling everyone I was a poet. So the third day, was my day. On the [...]
Day Two
On Thursday, June 27th my parents tried to force me to see a therapist of their choosing. They said they were worried I was going to hurt myself and wanted me to get help. So they showed me a business card for a crisis center in Brockton. It had only one phone number and no [...]
Day One
On June 26, 2019 I had a mental and emotional breakdown. I made threats to harm myself and I scared my family. I scared them so much that they called 911 the next day and had me admitted into a psych ward. I was evaluated at Good Samaritan Hospital. Afterwards, I was transferred to the [...]
Daddy Drinks; a ghazal
I was four years old when I learned how to make a “daddy drink” Ice, gin, ginger ale / that’s the only thing my daddy drinks For half the week I’d play bartender / scribble orders in crayon Then run off to the kitchen / pour, mix & serve my daddy drinks On the other [...]
TODAY’S MORNING MAKEUP ROUTINE; A CONVERSATION WITH MY MIRROR
You have to wear makeup today. You've been crying and haven't slept much People will notice and ask you why. Use concealer to help hide the puffiness. Powder, to give you some glow. You look like you've just seen a ghost. But you can't let anyone know that you actually have. “You look mean, smile” [...]