#psyciatric hospital

[theownerofsich]

In my opinion the creepiest places are abandoned psychiatric hospitals.Cause we all know the legends of experiments in psychiatric hospitals

#abandoned places #abandoned psyciatric hospital #creepy places #abandoned hospital #happy halloweeeeeeen #happy halloween

[galexiasnursingstudies]

Introduction

About me: 

- Galexia 

- 27 years old 

- Sweden

- Taurus 

- INFP - Mediator 

- Hufflepuff/ Slythering

- Adhd 

School:

- Major: Nursing 

- Professional degree: Nursing

- Minor: Medicin & Public Health 

- Goal 1: graduate and work at a hospital for 1-2 years 

- Goal 2: Specialise in Psyciatrics 

- Goal 3: Work with children & teens  

Hobbies: 

- Hang out with my family & friends

- Reading (track #galexias reading )

-Watching Tv-Series

- Harry Potter

- Psychology 

This blog: 

- An honest view of my life as a nursing student 

(struggles, emotions, my personal views and reflections - track #galexias life)

- Tips on how to plan your studies 

(I use a Bullet Journal - track #galexias bujo)

- How I Study 

(notes, mindmaps etc - track #galexias study) 

- And probably a bit about my hobbies - they are after all a part of my life 

#studyblr #student #college #school #bullet journal #university #nursing student #studyblog #studyspo #uni #nursing student tips #nureblr #introduction #life #student life #study blog #studying

[readingforsanity]

Ward D | Freida McFadden | Published 2023 | *SPOILERS*

Medical student Amy Brenner is spending the night on a locked psychiatric ward.

Amy has been dreading her evening working on Ward D, the hospital's inpatient mental health unit. There are very specific reasons why she never wanted to do this required overnight rotation. Reasons nobody can ever find out.

And as the hours tick by, Amy grows increasingly convinced something terrible is happening within these tightly secured walls. When patients and staff start to vanish without a trace, it becomes clear that everyone on the unit is in grave danger.

Amy's worst nightmare was spending the night on Ward D.

And now she might never escape.

Jade and Amy used to be best friends, until a bipolar disorder diagnosis has left Jade in and out of psyciatric facilities for the majority of her teen and adult years, and Amy has gone one through college and is now entering into her third year of medical school.

Amy, during high school, felt she was being riddled with schizophrenia, having every so often witnessed a young blonde girl that would speak to her and then suddenly disappear. But, after Jade's diagnosis after an unfortunate incident involving their high school math teacher where Jade tied him up and threatened to kill him, Amy hasn't seen her at all.

Now, Amy is going to be spending the night on Ward D during her psychiatric rotation in school. Along with her ex-boyfriend, Cameron, they meet Dr. Beck who insists on meeting some of the patients staying on Ward D to get an idea of what they're going through. Dr. Beck also explains that they have a very dangerous patient inside of one of two seclusion rooms and under no circusmtances are they to open the door to let him out.

The night begins relatively well, albeit a bit boring. Slowly, the patients begin going to sleep. But Amy is reunited with her former best friend, who has recently joined the others on Ward D. She refuses to read Jade's patient chart, though, and only one nurse is available on the floor overnight, who spends the majority of her time reading at the nurses station.

Amy and Cameron spend the night speaking with various patients, including one 29 year old man who seems relatively normal despite receiving a diagnosis of paranoid schizodphrenia after hearing voices. Will has stated that he doesn't hear the voices anymore, and basically keeps to himself. Though Jade later admits that she and Will are dating, and the two of them were admitted to the hopsital at the same time.

When a power outage results in the doors malfunctioning, Amy begins to wonder if the door to Seclusion One has also malfunctioned and the now dangerous patient, Damon Sawyer, has been let loose into the Ward. Strange things begin to happen to further her concerns, and Will admits that he has stopped taking his medications as he doesn't need them. In fact, his diagnosis was wrong and that he lied to get himself onto the Ward. He's a reporter working for a local newspaper, and he is writing a piece after a former patient on the Ward came forward about the conditions the patients are treated.

However, Jade has explained to both Ramona and to Amy that Will is lying, and that she and Will ahve been dating for the last three years, and that she is truly concerned that something more sinister is going on. Amy realizes that she can trust no one, and finally goes to Dr. Beck to explain that they are unable to get off the ward.

When Dr. Beck investigates, he agrees that something needs to happen as they have no means of escaping in case of a fire. It finally occurs to Amy that when the door to the Ward is opened, an alarming bell sounds to inform everyone else that someone is entering or leaving the floor. She realizes that despite being told that Cameron left due to a family emergency, she never heard that alarm sound.

Using water to create another surge in the power, Amy is attempting to leave but instead the curiosity gets the better of her and she checks inside Seclusion One, especially after receiving a message from her roommate and current best friend that Dr. Beck isn't a young sexy doctor like Amy believes, instead being an older man with a white beard. The very man that is dead inside of the seclusion room, along with another patient named Mary, an unnamed woman, and Cameron.

Amy is approached by Dr. Beck, who reveals himself to actually be Damon Sawyer, and he and Jade have come up with this elaborate plan in order to get back at her for leaving Jade high and dry during her initial diagnosis. Jade is threatened by Amy, who has the life she always wanted for herself, and Damon has a history of arson, and plans to set the Ward on fire, allowing the two of them to move forward in their lives.

However, another patient by the name of Spider-Dan comes to Amy's rescue, having earlier claimed to not let anything bad happen to her; and Amy gets her opportunity to take down Jade, which she does. But Jade quickly overpowers her. But Amy has a knitting needle inside her scrub pocket given to her by the now deceased patient named Mary for protection. Using this, she is able to release herself from Jade's grasp until help arrives.

Will is rushed to the ICU, where he recovers, and Jade and Damon are going to spend the rest of their lives in a ward for the criminally insane. Will and Amy begin dating about 8 months after the events, and Will is writing a book on the events of that night. Despite being told by Jade that her hallucinations were caused by drugs put into her favorite drink (the reason she claims she stopped seeing the girl is because she stopped drinking them), Amy admits that she never really stopped seeing the little blonde girl, as she likely has become a part of her conscious. If it wasn't for her, she wouldn't have survived that night that she now has nightmares about. However, Amy claims that she isn't insane, and would never do some of the things the little girl urges her to do, including to harm someone else.

[dropdeadbandit]

Top tips for surviving your stay in the psychiatric hospital.

Number 1: HAPPY TUMMY HAPPY HEAD (not relatable to eating disorder units)

Regardless on your relationship with food, snacks are a key role on surviving. In my ward, the food supplied by the hospital is good, portions are given by what you ask for, fruit and biscuits are freely available. But waiting around for doctors, medication or simply on high observation so you cannot leave the ward, you need snacks! Boredom eating is common and quite comforting when you’re away from everything that is normal for you.

The downside however, I have gained 13 kg in the 5 weeks I have been here. I used to live off of junk food, now I am eating meals and trying to cut out the junk, swap for healthier snacks. I am also lucky enough to have an activity plan that includes gym time as to not become completely unhealthy.

And yes, I am very aware that high sugar and caffeine are strictly not allowed in this hospital. I am a terrible patient with untreated ADHD and if you can relate, energy drinks slows things down to allow me to concentrate, calms down anxiety, reduces meltdowns and quite basically gives me back some of my self control. My doctor and nursing staff are aware I have been drinking this, as much as they are helping me choose alternatives.

My drawer is constantly stocked up, I find very useful when someone new joins us and missed meal times (which are also protected). Everyone needs to eat, it might not be healthy but the snacks you eat are 100% your choosing.

As my boss likes to say, GOOD FOOD FOR A GOOD MOOD.

#food #snacks #hospital #psyciatric #mental health #mentally ill #positive mental attitude #adhd #emo #life #scene #depression #anxiety #surviving #surviving hospital #psyciatric hospital #top tips #eating disoder recovery #recovery #adhdlife #adhd treatment

[depressionopossum]

A binch is back from the hospital

#shut up liz #i stayed at the local psyciatric hospital for 11 days #things were really bad #i cant say im better now #but im getting there #i start my outpatient program on thursday so thats good #im not left freefalling #apparently one of my closest friends blocked me while i was away getting help #and i cant tell you how badly that hurts #i had one of my other close friends message to ask what i did #and i still dont understand #it hurts man #i have so much going on right now #but im not giving up

[evilbuildingsblog]

Lier Psyciatric Hospital, or Lier Asylum as it was called originally, was built in 1926 and had room for nearly 700 patients at the most. In 1986, many of the buildings were closed and abandoned and they still stand

#evil #building #scary #villain

[nartuzumaki]

psyciatric hospital tumblr post

[onwardintolight]

Hey friends! Remember a couple weeks ago when I wrote that post about cosplaying at the children’s mental hospital? My cosplay group is raising money to go back this Christmas with a nice, new coat and pair of shoes for each of the children there.

Here’s some more info from the GoFundMe page:

Integris Foundation provides all the "extras" for the patients of the Integris Hospital--hospital expansion, new technology, groundbreaking programs--but most urgently they help provide basics, like clothing, for the children at the Integris Mental Health Center for Children in Spencer, OK.

These children are in-patients receiving help for all manner of psyciatric conditions. Often they are wards of the state and arrive at the hospital wearing only the clothes on their backs; at times, their only pair of shoes are flip-flops.

It is sadly common that their conditions have been precipitated by neglect and abuse in the home. In past years, as we've seen these children receive gifts at Christmas while in the hospital, they have shared with us that they have never had a new coat or a new pair of shoes.

We've even heard, "Nobody has ever given me a Christmas present."

Will you help JediOKC provide a new coat & a new pair of shoes to each of the 100 juvenille patients at Integris Mental Health Hospital? 

We need $150 per child to purchase these items (which are acquired at cost from the generous help of the folks at Metro Shoe Warehouse).

A $50 donation will provide a new pair of shoes. 

A  $100 donation will provide a new coat. 

Please consider sponsoring a child with a $150 donation, or 10 children at $1500...or whatever you are able to donate. 

Help us, People of GoFundMe! You are their only hope!

I thought I’d share this here in case some of you might want to be a part of this. Every little bit helps, and the more people we can get to help, the better!

#seriously a good cause #let's bring some Christmas cheer to some precious kids in need of it #important #mental health #mental illness #thoughts

[uniartsanimation]

Trailer for our first-year short film – Södra vakthuset / The Southern gatehouse 

Stockholm, 1940’s. Beckomberga psyciatric hospital is housing thousands of patients. At its southern border lies a gate and a small gatehouse. Countless people pass through over the decades. But eventually the hospital closes down, and the area begins to change.

#animation #2D #uniarts #stockholm #beckomberga #tvpaint

[squishy-jihoonie-blog]

🌟

#i need to talk #let my feelings out #uh mental health tw and psychiatric ward tw #my best friend has problems with his meantal health and his boyfriend broke up with him the other day #and he has kinda broken and i feel so awful hes my best friend snd he hasnt been himself #today while i was still in school he sent me a message saying he eas going to the hospital and thag je is sorry #i am so worried #he's okay but his health has been so bad hes possibly being put into a psyciatric ward #and im really stressed for him #hes my best frienf i love him so much #and im really worried because even though he doesnt have to tell me i wanna know whats up #also at break today no one cared thag he was on the brink of a panic attack apart from me?? like that was kinda shitty #i really loge gim i hope he is okay #hes said he might be going somehwere up contry i hopw he is going to be alright and that we get to see him soon #i love him too much

[hecalledtheshitpoo-blog]

Two thousand and fifteen.

.  2015 Could possibly be the worst year of my life.  The second only serious relationship I was in was with a married woman and she was hesitant on getting a divorce.  We didn’t interact too much, things were prtty much based on hanging out a divorce.  She was in a toxic marriage and I felt like I was taking advantage of someone frail and dependent.  So I left her.  It was round Valentine’s so it hurt more.

St. Patrick’s Day, me and my brothers get drunk and hang out.  We sometimes get into it, when it happens but this was almost murder.  We scuffle.  Nothing too crazy, no weapons or choking, just blows.  Something happened.  It wasn’t playful like it used to be.  I remember grabbing him by the jaw and bringing him to the ground and chopping him inthe face.  Other brother pulls me off, and Joey get up and gets some really good ones in me.  We broke each others noses and I rmember him trying to gouge out my eyes.  Cops aren’t called, (as usual, they get tired of us).  I grew distant from him after that.  I saw him as the person that was trying to fuck my mouth.  I didn’t have the ability to identify the situation, I thought it was it all over again.

Maybe a month later, I’m hanging out at the local dive bar and some guys are being pretty friendly, we chat take a shot and play some pool.  I noticed after only two beers in, I start to get dizzy and lightheaded.  I don’t remember much until I woke up in someone’s trailer out in the boonies an dthere’s a man putting his penis in my face and putting in my mouth.  I’m so confused, I thought I was int he hospital at first but when I realized what was goign on, I froze still.  I thought I would have been a fighter and said fuck that I’ll whoop his ass but that never came to fruition.  A week passes, I took a bottle of Unisom and a small bottle of gin.  IT doesn’t work, (oviosly), an dI wake up in the ER with tubes, I got scared because I thought I was getting mouth fucked again.  This part in my adult life, I realize how scared and mistrusting of people.

As months pass by, I’m working at the print shop, going to thereapy and ona  good routine.  I was saving money for a car and feeling generally good about life.  September comes and the car runs me over.  Yadda yadda yadda, thirty feet later from underneath a hatchback, I’m back in the hosptial.  Yadda yadda yadda, I get out and am in recovery mode at the end of the year.  For my birthday present, I started walking again.

2016 was a 2015 year in review and recovery mode.  I did go back to psyciatric hosptails two times for what I like to call big baby temper tantrums.  My therapist tells me that I have PTSD and I have to start trauma therapy.  I failed at that four times and relapsed into drinking and smoking weed and pills. 

October 2016, I get into the Criss Cole Blind Rehab Center in Austin, I feel like life is getting on track,  month later I land a job at a bar.  It’s the first time I ahve worked in over a year, it’s teh first place I’ve worked after the accdient and becomding visually impaired.  I start to make friends for the first time.  Things were looking up again.

2017 rolls along, I feel like the center of attention at the workplace and goshdarnit, people liked me.  SXSW happens an dit was the biggest party of my life, I had fun and too much fun.  I stopped taking my meds and therapy, I get out into the world on m y own, with my own apartment and job.  I’m starting to feel like I wasn’t ever crazy to begin with, I was just in a bad situation.  I learned to move on, so I thought.

Romance is alway son my mind.  Even when I was in the hospital bed for six weeeks, worryin g if someone could love me.  With that mindset put into a person who stopped meds and therapy, I set myself up for defeat.   I started doing cocaine.  I was doing it regularly,  having the illusion tha tpoeple like me and I’m better at my job when I’m yakked out.   Working at a bar that’s very poppin, I wanted to mingle and drink and make friends.  I did okay at that, but there were times when all that suppressed hatred and mistrust of people came out.  I had thoughts, that people only like me because I don’t hit on them and I do a good job without whining and offering coke makes you popular.  I started to realize people are out for themselves and I was in a messy state.

As the idiot as I stand, I still worry about romance, it’s the biggest thing that yearns me and urns me.  I could be on death’s thralls and still wonder if there someone that could like me for who  I am.  But compounding that with someone who gets drunk at the end of their shift and tries to sexualize (sp?)  me really compounded all teh factors that made me not trust people and made me hate myself even more.  Even when confronted sober, itw was liked talking to a ghost.  Why do I have to be the host?  I felt like my situation, I couldn’t just go find another job, I had to do what I was told to do and I did it.  After being harassed regularly, I realized I don’t have a chance at love.  I abandoned the idea of finding a girlfriend.  I was in a Catch .22 where the instance I thought I was htting on someone I liked, I felt like I was the dick being jammed into some victims mouth, or being the guy that unsolicitated (sp?) hugs and kisses you.  Being groped by nasty sounding, “open minded” poeple that wear their mental illness on their foreheads.  This all compounded my trust issues.

This idea: “People will only like me for what they can get out of me”.  That statement played in my head for years.  Plagued me, everyone I listened to and talk to, I was guessing motives and analyzing what their angle is.  Everyone has one, even if not having an angle, that’s still an dangle.  I developed poor belief habits and withdrew.  I made up lies, “My mom is sick”  or “I ahve a better job offer” or “I’m going to travel”.  It was all bullshit, I was running away from my used illusions. 

I’m learning to trust people again, people have reached out and helped and listened.  There is good out there, it just might not be as much as all the bad.  I don’t believe badness is a thing, it’s a non thing.  It’s the absence of good and the ignorance of everything.  If being mindful is the only thing I can get out of all this, then I can be happy about it.

[shitcrank]

What are you up to these days?xo

Im gonna start my psyciatric evaluation at the hospital so i can maybe transition hopefully at one point soon so thats a lot (denmark is sucky shit fuck and trans rights are a joke) other than that life is just life i guess its kinda a mess and im kinda a mess but thats ?? Normal mmh idk . 🐑🐑🐑🐐🐐😶😙😙 what ✌✌ peace anon 💜💜💜 (i also go to school see my friends or try to today and today i got lost) 👌🍌🍌🌻🍋