Psychiatrist-Personal Narrative

GW: I swear to the lord and my family I don 't know, you gotta believe me,(gate warden looks at King Philip pathetically while King Philip glares back at him) listen, there were no tracks of people, animals, carts, no marks in the soil, the ground underneath them is still hard, it was just this morning when we finished our shift, when a captain pointed at poor Nicholas and said he was covered in dirt. Not a lot, just enough to bury him. And then we were blaming each other, and almost started fighting,( Peter is getting very angry, but the warden doesn 't notice) then I broke them all up and came here to report to you sir.

Week three in clinical was difficult for me, I had a great experience overall but I hated seeing and holding a baby that had passed away at 21 weeks. To know what the family could possibly be going through was heartbreaking. I wouldn’t exactly know what to do if I was with the patient and her family exactly. I do know that I did place her in the room when she was admitted to triage. I do feel good about seeing the scenario play out, while being a student rather than being in the field alone. Other than that I was able to see the beginning stage of labor as well as a C-section. Everyone was so bent out of shape on making sure I eat and that I don’t faint, but it seriously wasn’t bad. As a matter of fact I was too intrigued with the mother rather

“The last thing I heard where the sirens. And the last thing I saw where a kaleidoscope of blue and red. And then everything went black, every ounce of air had escaped my lungs and had reached the surface of the lake in the form of little bubbles.” I told Louis Green, possibly the most boring person on earth. I don’t think he wanted to be my therapist anymore then I wanted to be in therapy.

Sometimes, I feel like I am experiencing a double therapy. One that I am leading with my therapist, and another one, more passive, in class. School can inadvertently speed up a process for which you are not necessarily ready. It can stir your past and your emotions arise. In that case, there is an assignment that I am postponing and trying in every way possible to avoid or twist differently. The material evoked in class was hard to process and I did not expect it. Ironically, I now think about it all the time. I know that I need to go to the bottom of it one way or another, but homeostasis is compromised and I do not like it. I try to look at it like gym. It is not pleasant but it is good for your health. The problem with that paper is that

As I await the therapist in the waiting room, my mind is racing, heart pounding, and palms sweating. I’ve been waiting for three years to meet with him, but of course, Dr. Johnson was completely booked until now. Each night I have been taunted with an atrocious dream and ready for the affliction to cease. Finally, he appears in the doorway and calls my name. Instantaneously, I stand up and shuffle behind the therapist to the cubicle.

“How can I be good again? I just lost my wife and son in a car accident. There's nothing in life that can cheer me up. I have become an alcoholic who is now jobless.” I said. My Therapist, Dr. Newman, told me “Trust me, Mr. Smith. Only time can heal your wounds if you allow it to. Well, that's the end of the session, and I want to recall the accident that occurred so we can talk about it tomorrow.”

Has your world ever been flipped upside down overnight? Well, mine has when my Uncle had a bad stroke that causes him to lose the left side of his brain. This event changed my life forever it was like I was blind to being able to see for the very first time. Those horrible days truly made me rethink my life, and it taught me how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away. The biggest thing that came out of this was the improvement in my work ethic, giving it my all 100% of the time, and not procrastinating on anything in my life. Having my world flipped upside was probably the greatest thing that could have happened and here's why.

Let’s face it, I was bonkers. Nutty, some would say. I was officially deemed crazy by stepping into Wellstone. I was batty like a mellowed out, teenage Charlie Sheen. Who knew that an honors student would be sent to a psychiatric hospital for depression amongst other things? I always kind of knew that is what I would end up doing. It has to get darker before it gets better, right? At least I had my “amazing” people skills that would end up helping nearly all of the staff like me and most of the patients despise me.

“I want to live.” She said. She lifted her feet off the small coffee table and set them gently on the floor as she continued to look through me, too interested on the inner workings of her own mind.

I woke up in my bed at the Stephens Adult Psychiatric Unit in Joplin, Missouri. I had dreamt of being back home the previous night, so it was crushing to wake up and realize where I was. It was my 2nd day there, but it felt like much longer. Most psychiatric units have a similar structure. During the week, there are group activities that preoccupy you enough to make the day somewhat bearable. The weekends are worse, because there is nothing. You can either sleep or watch television in the day room with the other patients. The lack of activity constantly reminds you that you’re trapped. That all of your belongings have been taken away. That you are not allowed to go outside at all during the duration of your stay. That you are virtually entirely isolated from the outside world. The only thing I had to look forward to during those days was the hour of visitation with my parents twice a day. You’d think a psychiatric unit would be the one place on

It’s a struggle to get out of bed sometimes, I often just sit there struggling to comprehend the sequence of events which have taken place over the past year. I mean, I’m used to this now, its normal to me, but the fact that this has happened and that I am now ‘disabled’ as people would put it is hard to get my head around. And every time I look down I’m reminded of the pain and the struggle I faced, it’s a physical scar which links me to my grueling past, a physical and emotional journey.

Sooner or later after high school, people begin to pick a career. Some don’t know what to decide or what they prefer to do. I, however, have multiple interests in certain jobs. For example, health care and computers. As a result, I have decided to become a psychiatrist. I am considered to be a protector and a guardian. That means that I care for the people close to me and would do anything to get them out of danger. Although, I am an introvert, which basically means that I am an antisocial person and cannot do particularly well in crowds. On the other hand, I rather enjoy protecting people’s feelings and providing solutions for situations that are too difficult to handle. It makes me feel included in the world and able to make

Do you believe that your role as a therapist will end at the end of the day or will it be present in your personal life also?

My alarm went off and I snapped back into reality, I realized I had just spent another sleepless night staring into the darkness of my room. I slowly turned to the side and put my feet on the floor. I braced myself for the usual throbbing headache I got every morning. Yep, there it was. I stood up and trudged to the shelf beside my door, reaching for the several bottles of medications prescribed for migraines, anxiety, and bipolar disorder. I swallowed all five of them with no water, it was such a regular thing it didn’t even faze me anymore. Psychotherapy didn’t work and a mental hospital was something my dad could not afford, I was forced to accept that pills were the only thing left to “help” me.

I have always wanted to be the person others look to when they feel scared or vulnerable. In return for that trust, I have put enormous effort into helping people who seek me out identify their best options for the future. Not until I encountered life in all its confusing, brutal truth, however, did I realize I wanted to occupy that advisor’s role as a professional. My aim in applying to Northwestern is to become a licensed professional counselor in my home state of Wisconsin so that I can help young people tackle everyday problems, learn life skills, and ultimately, be the best people they can be. Ultimately, my goal is to complete a doctorate in counseling psychology, from University of Wisconsin-Madison in particular, after completion of my master’s degree while gaining vital work experience in my field and to use my expertise to train other aspiring professionals in my field.