I (m20 in Germany) was one of them. I thought my life had ended. But it only began. It was my voices telling me I am crazy, ready to be admitted. That was the truth, tho. I think in my case - when one is afraid of the hospital - it was certainly a step in the right direction (assuming it helps while being open for help). It confronted me with things I didn’tt think I wanted but needed. Most of my time spent was horrible in my head, but I got to find out that happiness comes from within. And the catalyst to realize that was to exchange thoughts and ideas with professionals AND other patients from the clinic - thus trying to establish and maintain inner balance. This helped me a lot, taking my mind off intentionally. Mindset is everything - however cliché that sounds, I know. I still have a long way to go, but the hospital opened my eyes as of things I do not want anymore. I was and still am sick of the hell I was in. Now I am in the middle ground - betwenn hell and heaven — namely Reality. I am doing everything to prevent that from happening again. First true step is becoming aware of your situation - however horrible and terrifying it is. Now I try to own who I am. A madman. But I don’t care as it doesn’t affect me in any way similar as it used to - I am integrating my shadow - my dark side - my inner devil - and id/it is strong. I got made fun of. But that’s just who I am. Why change, when I am already perfect as is? If I am afraid of being who I am, what do I have left? I believe in myself in the face of adversity and utter disbelief in anything anyone believes in. I am who I am. I also came to realize that there are 2 kinds of crazy - the nihilistic crazy persona and the faithful one. Only by combining both I was able to live freely again. Although I am not free in every regard, I am much free-er. Strength comes from within. Or as Queen so beautifully sang: „Fight from the inside!“. I hope this helps someone. Cheers.

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