Series: The Clinic
The Clinic: Part 1
The Clinic - Brian is sent off to Queen Mary’s Psychiatric Hospital to cure his depression and borderline. His roommates, John in particular, help him push through this difficult time in his life
Hello dear people, it’s been quite a while since I’ve uploaded something, which was all because I have been working on this new series called The Clinic which is like my masterwork so far. It will have fifteen parts and an epilogue, most of which have already been written down and the last part of which I’m currently working on. I will upload one chapter each week, which will be available both here on Tumblr, on my Wattpad account, and my A03 account (which I literally only created like the other week hfhsfhshfs).
Notes and warnings: These series feature, as you might have been able to read from the description, serious topics such as mental health issues, depression, and life in a psychiatric hospital. Mentions of illnesses, disorders, violence, etc. will take place throughout the story, but whenever something especially ‘shocking’ happens, I will mention this in the notes and warnings before the chapter.
Disclaimer: I wrote these series partly to come to terms with my own diagnosis, which is a major depressive disorder, and certain traits from a borderline disorder (the jury’s still out on that, as to say so). I therefore believe that I can safely say that I am familiar with depression and to an extent with borderline, but the symptoms of depression and borderline differ between its sufferers, so I am not saying that the way I experienced it (which I largely translated into the character of Brian) is an universal experience. I have no personal experience with other illnesses/problems I mention, such as anorexia or substance abuse, so everything I write about it in this story, is what I’ve learned about it at school or on the internet and in books. If anything is incorrect, you are welcome to correct me!
Have fun reading this, darlings, and please let me know what you thought of it! c:
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‘Can we have your suitcase, please?’
Brian knew this moment was going to take place sooner or later. He already had been dreading it while signing the required paperwork and listening to the speech of the strict looking secretary concerning what would happen if he was to break one of the many rules and conditions that made up the sixteen pages long handout he had been given. And now that the administrative part of his admission had been taken care of and the two wardens had been searching his pockets for drugs or weapons and the like, there was nothing left to do for the men in uniform to check his suitcase for items to confiscate on the grounds of them being inappropriate, dangerous, or not allowed to go through those heavily secured doors and into the clinic for whatever other reason.
‘Come on, Brian. Give them your suitcase,’ his father’s voice suddenly popped up from behind him when Brian did not show any sign of going to obey to this question anywhere soon. Had it not been for the man speaking up now, Brian was positive he might have forgotten about his parents’ presence in the room; they had been quiet nearly all the way through this procedure, only nodding and saying ‘yes’ and ‘amen’ with everything the secretary sitting at the desk in the lobby of Queen Mary’s Psychiatric Clinic was telling them. While Brian found himself wanting to run straight out of the building with every new rule or regulation the woman mentioned, his parents seemed to be all too happy to agree to all the terms and conditions of their son’s stay here. It would have looked like they were glad to be rid of him, if Brian hadn’t been aware that they had called sending him away one of the hardest decisions of their lives.