After being admitted to a psychiatric ward, I felt an overwhelming wave of loneliness hit me: not only was I far from home, but I was now singled out as being ‘different’ amongst my family and friends.
Don’t get me wrong, they have supported me 110%, but what can they do, really? They feel useless, as though they are trapped on one side of a fence, whilst I am on the other. I never know how to act around them. Do I lie and say I’m fine? Or do I tell them the truth and break their hearts?
As a family, we would never have guessed that this was to be our future; separated by both physical and emotional doors. Subjected to awkward (on both sides) visits and phone calls; we have had to develop our own language to separate the good days from the bad, which gives us another form of communication, however brief it may be.
Don’t get me wrong, they have supported me 110%, but what can they do, really? They feel useless, as though they are trapped on one side of a fence, whilst I am on the other. I never know how to act around them. Do I lie and say I’m fine? Or do I tell them the truth and break their hearts?
As a family, we would never have guessed that this was to be our future; separated by both physical and emotional doors. Subjected to awkward (on both sides) visits and phone calls; we have had to develop our own language to separate the good days from the bad, which gives us another form of communication, however brief it may be.
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