The Story of Channon Rose: Lessons between the Lines by Channon Rose Read Free Book Online

and he said the sadness would go away. Besides, he was a doctor so I trusted him. The next day, the pills started to take effect and I was a walking zombie, just like everyone else in there. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. I felt slow and my brain was foggy. I did not feel like myself, and I did not like the way it made me feel. I couldn’t think straight. I lost motivation to do anything. I did not even care anymore if my parents came to visit or not.
    Once the medicine was in my system I pretty much blacked out for most of my stay there which is the scariest part. I only recall bits and pieces of what actually happened to me and what they did to me and the other patients there. I had no idea how long I was even there, that’s how bad I was drugged. One day Kirsty told me she had been hiding her meds in her gums. I had to take meds 3 times a day so I decided I would try and hide my lunchtime meds. When it came time and my name was called to take my meds I put them in my mouth and tried to hide the pill in my gums really fast but failed miserably. When they pass out meds in the hospitals they make you take the meds in front of the nurse and they check your mouth to make sure you actually took them. The nurse checked and saw I was trying to hide my meds. I was threatened with the “quiet room,” but I thought it would be like a hospital time out, and at that point, I would rather take a time out than my meds. I told the nurse “You can’t force me to take these drugs if I don’t want them”. She rolled her eyes, and said “Yes you do have to take them and if you don’t we will have a problem”. I responded back with, “F**k you!” I said it so loud I think everyone around heard me say it. The room grew quiet and I looked around at everyone in the room, they were all staring at me in disbelief at what I had just done. I couldn’t believe that I had disrespected someone like that but something inside me had changed during my stay in that hospital. Suddenly, all the girls in the ward started screaming, clapping, banging their plastic green lunch trays on the tables, and throwing their food at the nurse. All hell broke loose because I had refused to take my meds and cussed at the nurse. Wow, this is kind of fun I thought to myself. I jumped on top of the lunchroom table and started dancing because I had just caused these miserable patients to smile and have fun in a place where no one ever smiles. Some of the other patients started dancing on the table with me and it was like a awesome psych patient party. That 2 minutes of fun was about to come to a quick halt. The nurse called in a code, and 15 seconds later three male nurses tackled me down to the ground and were trying to give me a shot in my butt. I kicked and screamed; I had no idea what they were trying to do to me but I was freaking out. No one told me about the shot, what it was for, or even what it was. I thought I was being attacked. All the girls in the ward started yelling “Booty juice! Booty juice!” In a psych ward, when one person goes nuts, everyone does, kind of like a domino effect. It’s quite exciting, when you aren’t the person getting in trouble. The nurses injected me with Klonopin, which is a powerful tranquilizer. The shot works instantly and I went from dancing on a table to kicking and screaming and then Jello-O in their arms.
    They carried me off to the quiet room, which is a padded room like what you see in the movies, except not as nice, less bright, and much dirtier. Everything was getting really blurry and I felt as if I was coming in and out of it. The room they put me in smelled like death. I was then restrained to the bed. They had taken my clothes off, put me in a hospital gown and retrained my wrists and ankles in leather cuffs that were connected to a metal bed. I remember coming in and out of it and not even being able to itch my nose or scratch my arm. I kept screaming for someone to help me. I swear I