Psych Ward
Psych Ward The conversation got away from her very quickly. Eliana looked from her uncle back to the doctor in front of her, now they were saying she was clinically depressed, that she needed to take medication and maybe be admitted into a psychiatric hospital for a while. ‘I’m not crazy.’ She said. ‘Off course you’re not crazy, sweety.’ Her uncle said briefly patting her on her head. ‘Don’t patronize me.’ She said. ‘I’m only here because you’ve forced me too. You said it was only grief counseling.’ ‘Aggressive too. I see.’ The doctor chewed on he tip of his pen and made another note. Eliana rolled her eyes and leaned backwards in her chair. It was so frustrating trying to talk to these people. She shook her head and sighed. About six months ago …