Radio From the Psych Ward

March 27, 2022

In 1990 I tried to kill myself.

I didn’t want to die.

I just wanted to give my kids to grow up without a damaged mother and I thought if I was out of the picture they might have a better chance.

I was severely depressed, not just feeling sad. I couldn’t think; function.

I felt like poison and I guess I was.

After the suicide attempt, I was recovering in the psychiatric wing of Willingboro Hospital

I was lost in a grey fog.

There was a nurse who brought a radio and place it at my bedside.

I couldn’t talk or communicate with anyone. and I couldn’t understand what the radio was saying,

But the vibrations pulled me back into the world and gradually I was able to understand what was going on around me.

I kept my hand on the radio for a long time after the nurse left the room.