Heavy & Light

I was discharged from the emergency room but was brought to wing 6H -- the psychiatric ward. The doctors threw around words like: anxiety, depression, night terror disorder… I was too tired to comprehend so I just nodded. It was now 7:46 A.M. and I was signing a waiver to be taken in as an inpatient. My dad tried to get me to see a therapist after my mom died. He tried again after my nightmares started getting to the point where I woke up screaming in a cold sweat. But I didn’t want to see a therapist. I didn’t want to talk about it. I was too afraid. I was afraid of what people would say and I was afraid of what I would find out.