War Within




Here I am in a geriatric ward of a psychiatric hospital
Clinical depression over a long period of time
Is my diagnosis
I’ve come for electric shock therapy
My new psychiatrist says it will
Give me a whole new life
Can I be sure?
Most of the patients are depressed like me
But some suffer from dementia and
Their state of mind renders me numb
I sit alone in my room
Earphones giving me music
To drown out the mental noise
I don’t like the routine
I like my home routine
But I am compliant
And vulnerable
That’s what happens when you go there
Your will surrenders to the ones in charge.
Everything is stark
Naked minds roaming the halls
Meals are served in a small dining room
Some like to eat
Some don’t like the food
I am disappointed with what is on my plate.
Here I am in hopes of renewal, rebirth
Yet what I see discourages me
I want to go home
Back to the familiar, even the depression
What is known is far easier than the unknown
Will this treatment be right for me?
It’s nearly 5 am and I am ready
I’m dressed in hospital clothes
Too small for my large frame
I hold the folds close to my chest
As the wheelchair is pushed into
The bowels of the old hospital.
We sit in a row
Awaiting a fate unknown
I am called to see the doctor in charge
His face is stern and detached
Yet he gets his face close to mine
Ready to discuss my fate.
I can hear his words
But it’s like I am deaf
I am not a candidate for ECT he says
There is danger because I have had a stroke
A year ago
I am wheeled back to my room.
What next?
The doctor on the unit
Suggests it is a good time
To adjust my medications
I wish I had gone home then
I liked my pills they way they were.
But I stayed a few days
Tried new medications
Addressed the chronic back pain
Overwhelmed by the demented ones
I went to another unit
It was strangely quiet.
When it was time to leave
I was relieved
I had accomplished nothing
Went back on my original medications
And went out the door a wounded soldier
Home from a war of the mind.
Sheila W. Mooney
Sept 2009



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