It’s been about a year now since I was admitted into hospital against my will, for having fallen into psychosis. It lasted just over a month and nobody saw it coming. I was in a hospital room with my mum every day for a month… I had nothing to do but wait to get better and I wasn’t even allowed out of the room by myself for the entire month!

This event has changed my perspective on many things, it has shed away many bias thoughts and feelings in my own mind and opened up a whole new world of understanding in regard to other people.

I feel very compassionate now, which has never really been hard for me, but now there is this whole new dimension to it on a much deeper level.

One thing that stands above the rest, that I never would have expected, was to learn how to fully appreciate what it means to care about someone else. My family has been so supportive and loving towards me, and my partner has become my world. I feel blessed to have them all in my life as I know that not everybody does have people to turn to.

Furthermore, I’ve been very apprehensive to share this whole experience, even though I’ve wanted to, because there is always a slight paranoid anxiety regarding what people might think of me. But whoever I’ve shared it with has been nothing but supportive for me and non-judgemental.

I’ve often felt alone and like no one understands me, but now through this odd circumstance I’ve seen how much they care and that I never have to be alone in my suffering. There are always people out there waiting for when you truly need them, offering unconditional love and kindness.

Whether you know it or not they are out there… and if you don’t know that yet, they will still be there for the day that you do.

Just some insight to the brighter side of this thing called psychosis, that gets so much stigma and such a negative association. It was immensely frightening and strange, but life changing, and I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.