From the Locked Psych Ward

I spent the day in a locked Psych Ward, or the “BHU” as we call it.

It was loud and filled with free range clients walking, talking and visiting  with each other, or rocking in corners.

Judging  people and ignoring them as nuisances is too easy. Seeing them as people who are ill and in pain means recognizing that they need and deserve more care. Care is scary,  hard, and time consuming.
Receiving good care should be their right.

Why am I bothering you with this on a page about to h homelessness and poverty: it is hard to hold a job when you can’t think clearly. A job means money and money means housing and housing means you are less of an expense for the other taxpayers. Sound mental health is also key to staying close to family and friends who are your support networks.

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