Diary entry from the psych ward

A very private and vulnerable entry from one of the worst days of my life

This is where you’re getting the bang for your bucks, folks - I’m sharing my fucking diary entries from the psych ward. Can’t get much more personal than that. I share this not to glamorize the circumstances, but in the interest of vulnerability, sharing my brain and my feelings and parts of who I am as a person that you don’t usually get to see. That is what I wanted when I started Substack, and especially the paid subs section - I really genuinely do enjoy being incredibly vulnerable. I think it is healing and contributes to our shared humanity. It is a really important practice for me. I think it goes without saying, given that it’s an entry about going to the psych ward, but trigger warning for self harm and sewerside and all that amazing lovely fun stuff. Here you go: