Taking Advantage
When I go back to those years, those days, those moments, a paralyzing sensation of dread sets over me. It makes me feel violated all over again, and in a lot of ways, I think I am just now truly experiencing the horrible emotions those events caused within me, because I just wasn't aware of any of it. I just didn't know what it even was that I was facing, and why years and years after, I felt uncomfortable and scared around other girls.
Familiarity
You're at the main entrance of the hospital. With the little amount of things you're allowed to bring with you, you step into the building whose walls are the typical sterile white color that reflects every bit of light to grace its surface. The artificial lighting in the hallways is so bright and unnatural, you almost feel naked, like you're completely exposed to everyone who walks past you in the corridors. They are going to know everything about you, why you're there, what got you to that position in the first place, and how they plan on helping you get out.
Longing
If there is one place in this world that pretty much everyone can agree on that they never want to go to, it's probably a psychiatric facility. The stigma and shame of being admitted to the psych ward is very strong even to this day, no matter how much progress the Western society has made in terms of accepting and normalizing mental illnesses. You can have depression and anxiety, maybe even some traumagenic illnesses or eating disorders, but you can NEVER be so sick that you would absolutely have to go to the PSYCH WARD. Anything but that! You would rather even immerse yourself in your suffering, because the thought of hospitalization is so terrifying and shameful.
Something To Hold Onto
I spend the most of my time alone in my own home. My parents do live very close to me, but not close enough so that I could call them over every time I'm having an episode. So I tend to deal with them on my own accord. Sometimes it gets really lonely: there is no one in the apartment with me, just me and my shaking body. I feel so isolated from everyone and the whole world: no one knows what goes on behind these walls. Maybe my neighbors have heard my uncontrollable sobs, but that is all.