Girl, Interrupted

I spent my 24th birthday cutting myself in my room, curled up in a corner as I rocked back and forth and hummedthe tune to Teddy Bear’s Picnic. That marked the beginning of my twelve days on a psychiatric unit.

Generally I’m an open book and will write about all my experiences, but until now it’s been too difficult to even speak about. But, after an afternoon surroundedby Scousers celebrating humankind in all its forms at Pride, I’m feeling brave.

I have , and I’d stopped taking my anti depressant and anti psychotic medication. This was a regular occurrence. I would either feel frustrated because my emotions were dampened down, or think I was cured and no longer needed the pills. It seems so obvious, but at the time you500vip彩票线路测试 absolutely believe these thoughts.I’d also just broken up with my boyfriend.



My friend Amy found me in my room, hiding under a black fringed cardigan. I wouldn’t let her turn on the light. She’d brought me a bag of birthday presents: ethically sourced earrings, a decorative heart-shaped rock printed with the words YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, and a book about feminism in an attempt to educate me. She read the book aloud while I hid under the cardigan, whiling away the hours it took for the ambulance to arrive.

A night at the Royal was by far the worst night of my life.

We waited along a corridor with all the other ambulance intakes, me convinced everybodywas thinking ‘she doesn’t look ill’.


After many hours I was seen by the mental health team. It was around 1am, and the tiny windowless room was packed with laddersand tins of paint. Amy stayed. My voice is high and childlikeat the best of times and the mental health lady told me to stop talking like a little girl. It stank of paint fumes.

There were no beds available on the ward or at the psychiatric hospital, so I was leftthere all night. I became more and more hysterical in my exhaustion, hiding behind chairs because I felt like a monkey in a zoo as nurses peeped through the glass in the door periodically.

At 6am, they wheeled in an ambulance trolley for me to sleep on. I managed maybe an hour.

The day shift doctors photographed the room because they were so appalled I had been left in there.

Until midday, I didn’t do anything but cry my heart out. The ward was packed, loud, and claustrophobic. I became more and more desperate to just leave. They said I could leave soon, soon, and if I escaped the police would be after me.

Once a bed became available at the psychiatric unit in Walton, a doctor escorted me there in a taxi. I was upset the taxi driver would know I was crazy.I was terrified and had no idea what to expect.

Compared to the Royal, this was like entering an Oasis. Tip: if you500vip彩票线路测试’re going to lose the plot, don’t lose it on a Friday night.


I hadn’t showered or eaten for five days and still wore a party dress.

The fifteen rooms on the ward surrounded a pretty landscaped garden. My bedroom was lovely, with yellow walls and lilac bedding. It overlooked the carpark and a big Sainsbury’s.

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One by one, the staff came to introduce themselves. They all made an effort to remember my name.

By now I was exhausted and still hadn’t seen a doctor who could prescribe me medication. A nurse scanned me with a metal detector and Ivolunteered the scissors stashed in my knickers. She weighed me, took my blood pressure, and watched me pee before testing the urine for drugs. It was a deep dehydrated yellow.

My only possessions were my phone, keys and Amy’s rock, which I hadn’t let go of. They confiscated the key and rock in case I hurt myself.

I wouldn’t leave my room to eat, but the staff brought me a cheese sandwich and orange juice. Someone checked on me every fifteen minutes, twenty-four hours a day.


I concocted an elaborate lie for my parents, telling them I’d gone down South to visit a friend. I stopped answering texts and drew the curtains so I could curl into a ball and pretend the outside world didn’t exist. I just wanted to be alone, while also wanting someone to hold me and say it would all be alright.

The night staff were less friendly. In my exhaustion and paranoia I became aggressive, chucking things around the room. I hid in the doorless wardrobe so the night staff couldn’t spot me through the slatted window, and screamed that they were stalking me when asked what was wrong.

The bedroom light was switched on from outside every fifteen minutes so staff could watch me.One member of the night team was a lovely religious lady who said ‘God bless you500vip彩票线路测试’ and shone a torch through the glass instead. The other night staff had no passion for their jobs and switched on the main light as if out of spite.

As it dawned on me thatI wouldn’t be able to just walk out of here, I tried to break the grilled windows. I was told that I would have to be sectioned if I attempted to escape. Still no medication, because there would be no doctor on the ward until Monday.


With absolutely no distraction, I was becoming increasingly agitated. Late into the night I called my friend Kairi. I was inconsolable and have no idea what I said, but she was the only person I felt I could talk to and I will always be eternally grateful.

I still wouldn’t shower because I had no clothes to change into, and I didn’t want anyone watching me.

Realising I couldn’t be here alone, I also called my parents who promised to come first thing in the morning.

I was given something to curb my agitation. I was so tired from all the rocking. The suffocation-proof pillow felt hollow and inflated beneath my head.

The next morning, I heard the cries of a girl out in the corridor. She’d been locked out of her room for self harming. I ventured out and held her hand, both of us perched on the floor outside her door. I told her I was scared.

My parents brought books, the only thing that can distract me when I’m unwell. They brought a note pad so I could write, and my childhood soft toy. Mum cried and fed me fruit from Sainsbury’s.

I began to eat the cheese sandwiches and drink the orange juice the nurses brought, and one even donated her favourite book trilogy.

Over those two weeks my parents drove the four hour round trip from Anglesey every single day, bar one, despite my lashing out at them or barely reacting when they did come. Every day there were new magazines, books, snacks, pyjamas, even a dress. There were countless pairs of underwear because Mum is obsessed with buying knickers; my favourite pair were covered in little neon flamingos.

I still kept my curtain closed. My parents took me to the hospital cafe and I became agitated upon leaving the ward.


However, I began venturing out of my room to sit on the sunny window ledges overlooking the garden. I ate a cheese sandwich every day without fail. I read obsessively to occupy my mind.

Dad brought me a magazine for writers, which encouraged me to write non-stop.I have always been a comedy writer, and laughing at my situation was the only thing that kept me sane.I wrote a script about the characters I had encountered called The Good, the Bad and the Bonkers.


My mood began to stabilise. The nurses didn’t recognise me after a wash, wearing my new dress. I wrote incessantly.


Marie* was in her sixties, and said she was getting married to a monk at the Wigwam cathedral that coming Saturday (I still didn’t twig). She showed me samples of the fabric which would make up the brown bridesmaid’s dresses. We organised a hen party, which was shut down by staff becausewe were supposedly making fun of her memory loss (I’ve always been gullible). We played pin the tail on the donkey anyway.

Sheree* was a teenager who wore nappies and carried a blanket and dummy. She was referred to as the piggy bank because she swallowed coins and batteries.

Mary* took a shine to me and would follow me wherever I went. Though patients weren’t allowed in each other’s rooms, at one point she insisted on tucking me into bed at 8pm. I humoured her; sixty seconds later she burst in, insisting I follow her to thecafeteria and also that I was going to die.

She once caught me picking the scabs on my arms and said, ‘Don’t do that, darlin’.

My Welsh neighbour Vicky* was feeling low because she was missing her little boy’s birthday. The Drugs Don’t Work by The Verve carried through the wall.

Rita* was a prostitute whose dad looked you500vip彩票线路测试nger than she did. She was a known thief on the ward and had previously been caught with Vicky’s lipsticks falling out of her bra. I left my brick phone andbelongings out to test her, but nothing moved. Nobody ever bothers stealing my phone but I preferred to pretend she liked me because I smiled at her.

Martha* had learning difficulties and cried hysterically all the time, to the point none of us could stand to be in the same room as her. She wantedto know when we’d first had sex. Shrieking with laughter, she announced that she’d been seven; an uncle, and three cousins.


I met so many interesting people, and the staff were just fantastic despite the long shifts with too many patients, and too few nursers. I was actually sad to leave and I am very grateful to everybody who cared for me.

I was apprehensive about leaving, and spent a fair while back in Wales with my parents. I felt guilty for worrying and hurting so many people.

Since then, I’ve been doing well. I’m taking my medication properly, and I eat well. I’ve started going back to the gym. Cheese sandwiches still comfort me. I’m going to be OK.








A date to Denbigh asylum

Denbighshire asylum is an abandoned psychiatric hospital nestled in the north Wales countryside. Regarded as one of the great Victorian institutions, building began in 1844 and at its height was 500vip彩票线路测试 to 1500 patients.

Its treatment of psychiatric disorders was often regarded as barbaric and the controversial hospital wasdesignated for closure in 1960. It would take until 1995 to close its doors for good.


With an Ouija board in tow, this was hands down the best date I’ve been on.I developed an interest in urbexing (urban exploration) last year and was excited to make a pal with similar interests.

The gorgeous grade 2 listed building with its Gothic architecture is soon to be flattened in favour of a shopping complex, so I was desperate to finally see it.

I was particularly excited because my dad actually worked at “Denbigh Mental” as a trainee social worker.Wonder what he’ll think of our photos?

I was unprepared for its sheer scale. Here’s an aerial view:

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One of the first things you500vip彩票线路测试 notice when you500vip彩票线路测试 step inside is the total lack of sound. Despite window panes being long hollowed, the noise from outdoors doesn’t carry.



It wasn’t all bad at Denbigh. Thefirst annual ball for patients was held in December 1852, whilst in 1867 the first hospital band was formed. Here’s the asylum in its heyday:



…and here it is now:



We encountered multiple groups of kids creating their own summer fun, and were joined for a sit-down around a table with a gang on 12 year olds. They offered a hit of their bong before spilling beer over our backpacks. We politely declined but hung around the building, taking great delight in scaring the bejesus out of them.









My urbex buddy had been there previously and swore he’d heard a girl scream. Although I consider myself an open minded skeptic, I pretty much thought someone had been having him on.

After yesterday, I am well and truly a believer.

Denbigh is a huge place, and we took a breather on a stairwell that led to a basement. I actually found this image online of exactly where the incident happened. The stairs are on the first left.


Suddenly, footsteps down the corridor. Coming closer and closer.

The supernatural didn’t cross my mind. I was more concerned with encountering infamousself-appointed security guard Elwyn and his rumoured nine dogs, whose favoured phrase is, ‘If I catch you500vip彩票线路测试 in the asylum I will get my dog to bite you500vip彩票线路测试r bollocks off!’Here is his.I particularly enjoyed recorded encounter.

Elwyn. Source: Google

We dashed further down into the pitch dark basement. I grabbed the boy’s hand, ’cause this was a date, after all…

The footsteps were so close. We held our breaths and it seemed like they would hear my heart thumping. I didn’teven bother turning around to look at the security guard’s pissy face, that’s how certain I was that we’d been busted.

We shivered in the darkness waiting for something to happen.

My chivalrous date left me in the basement and headed back upstairs to investigate the source of the footsteps.

He scoured the building and its exterior to no avail – there was nowhere outside in the wide open space for anyone to hide. There was no wind, nothing inside the building that could have made such a consistent sound.

I was relieved to still have my balls intact.

Not long after that we really did get busted by Elwyn, although our genitals remained in full form.

Going back was initially a no-no.However, having driven all that way we took a chance and clambered inside the nurses’ quarters.

Nurses’ Quarters

I can imagine that at one point the nurses’ quarters had been warm and welcoming.Compared to the metal doors of the institution, care had been taken to paint these rooms in bright colours. Each was of a comfortable size with its own wardrobe and floral wallpaper. I was surprised by how much effort had gone into individualising each personal space.

One of my favourite finds was the on-site creche…



…which had teeny tiny toilets and murals on the walls. I was particularly taken with Jemima Puddleduck because of a soft toy my dad had given me:


More than architecture, for me urbexing is all in the detail. Hand drawn murals, terrible 70s wallpaper, stickers, carpets. Details are where personality shines through, a reminder that people really did live here at one point. Imagining someone painting Jemima really gave me goosebumps.

Gorgeous countryside views from a nurse’s room

Still debating whether to risk sneaking back into the actual asylum, we took some time to whip out the Ouija board.

When asked what name we should call the supposed spirit by, it SORT OF pointed the planchette towards Y-V. ‘Is you500vip彩票线路测试r name Yvonne?’, we asked. it SORT OF agreed. Then it buggered off and we lost interest.

Accidental photo – Yvonne having a laugh at my expense?

Upstairs, the attic spanned the entire lengthof the entire building.


Back in the asylum, meanwhile, we climbed up onto the mechanism for a lift. We found the tiniest cells which made me feel cold to look at, and tunnels that appeared to span the entire complex.

All in all, we spent around seven hours at the asylum and still didn’t see everything. As sunset approached, having combed through most of the buildings, we finally found the morgue (six freezer spaces, if you500vip彩票线路测试 were wondering).

But for me, thecrème de la crème was the abandoned chapel of rest. Inside had been gutted, but it was still so beautiful.We lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling with its gorgeous wooden beams. If you500vip彩票线路测试 didn’t look down, you500vip彩票线路测试 wouldn’t realise the place was derelict.

Source: Google

This seemed like as good a place as any to give the Ouija board one last go. I wished I’d brought candles to really up the ambience. Nothing really happened, much to my dismay.I’m now inclined to believe that Ouija boards rely on the power of suggestion.


Despite the asylum’s controversial history, I was overwhelmed with regret that such a grand building would soon be flattened for the sake of commercialism. Unfortunately thesite is in such disrepair that it makes sense to knock it down and start again, but it’s a terrible shame.

Driving 500vip彩票线路测试, meanwhile, it finally clicked – if there was nobody in the building when we hid from those footsteps, who WAS in there?

If you500vip彩票线路测试’re interested in learning about the controversial practices inflicted on former psychiatric patients, check out the BBC documentary .

Images by Phill Gaffney. For more of his work follow .