Oh my gosh
I’ve had a terrible few days. I got discharged.
Then the directors (voices) told me to get on a plane from Gatwick airport (an airport just outside of London) to Paris. So off I went. I got reported missing by my husband (who also told the hospital so I got reported missing by then). I got off the train at the airport and got stopped by British Transport Police on my way to the airline desk where I was gonna buy my ticket.
Got taken back to the police station at Gatwick where I found out the hospital staff had lied and told them I was on a section 2 and needed to be returned. I didn’t even have a bed here.
Got brought back down here by the Police where I was put on a section 136 (special Police section) and shoved in an isolation cell for 24 hours. Got assessed by the inpatient psychiatrist and my community psychiatrist and placed on a section 2.
Had my passport confiscated and now they have lost it. Idiots.
So that’s me right now.
Fun. Not.










