Being Invisible

A story about living with invisible illness

February 8, 2020

Chapter 8: (Part 3) Just Like A Pill

I noticed that the song playing on the radio was “Just Like A Pill” by PINK. How sadly ironic. There I was, basically a pill junkie, in a psych ward listening to the lyrics, “You’re just like a pill, instead of making me better, you keep making me ill, you keep making me ill”.

February 5, 2020

Chapter 7: (Part 2) l’Affaire Dumoutier

There they were, the locked blue doors to the psych ward. Then a nod from an attendant permitting us entry. As soon as I had passed the threshold and officially crossed over into the ward, I knew I was in the wrong place. Fear and panic set in.

December 26, 2019

Chapter 6: (Part I) Crazy

I was brought to the Lakeshore General Hospital ER on Sunday, December 15th by my caring and kind neighbour, Ray, and spent 3 days in the corridor waiting for a bed to become available in the psychiatric ward, or as it’s known internally, “4 North”. I was breaking down every day, several times a day. I needed help. But as you'll see, I didn't get help; the *help* only made matters worse.