Ward D Freida Mcfadden Quotes

Whenever I pick up a book, it’s like an escape. For an hour or two, I get to be part of the book world instead of my own much more boring world.

A mental health diagnosis is not a death sentence. All the patients in this unit are just trying to get better.

A mental health diagnosis is not a death sentence.

I always made time to read. Whenever I pick up a book, it’s like an escape. For an hour or two, I get to be part of the book world instead of my own much more boring world.

It might be over. But I definitely have not won.

I scan the room, from my Jonas Brothers and Taylor Swift posters on the walls to my pink and green bedspread to my bookcase and the trophy I won last year

How does somebody get to the point where their brain stops functioning like a normal brain? That their reality completely breaks from the reality that every other person in the world lives in? And what’s to stop it from happening to anyone else?

There are a bunch of mugs lined up by the sink. I pick up one that says “If you’re happy and you know it, thank your meds.

After all, if you meet someone who is truly mentally ill, that’s the only way to know that you’re sane.

Well, what can I say? I love peach iced tea.

Mrs. Pritchett proceeds to show me about five billion Polaroid photos of her brand new kitten.

first,

he was reading A Prayer for Owen Meany,

Even though she can be annoying sometimes, I don’t know what I would do without her. A girl needs her mother.

Have you ever heard of a psychiatric syndrome called folie à deux?” “Um… no…” “It’s also called a shared psychotic disorder,” he says. “Basically, it’s a delusional belief, sometimes even involving hallucinations, that are shared by two people.

Even though he used to see other women, I still loved him. I would never have killed him.” Okay, now I’m starting to think that Mary definitely killed her husband.

No.” Dr. Beck frowns. “He’s not ‘a schizophrenic.’ We don’t refer to patients that way. Miguel is a human being, and he’s more than his psychiatric diagnosis. He is not a schizophrenic—he’s a man who has schizophrenia. Do you understand that?

does somebody get to the point where their brain stops functioning like a normal brain? That their reality completely breaks from the reality that every other person in the world lives in?

Everyone else just prescribed a bunch of sleep medications, but you actually talked to me. More importantly, you listened.

But my sense tells me that somebody here is trying to hurt me…” “Who?” Cam asks. Spider-Dan takes a shaky breath. “Damon Sawyer.

Take it, Amy.” Her hand holding the needle trembles slightly. “You’re going to want it when Damon Sawyer comes at you.

But that’s not the real reason I am dreading my night on Ward D. I can’t tell Dr. Sleepy the real reason I was tossing and turning last night. I can’t tell anyone the real reason I’m desperately terrified of Ward D.

Nicole must be a patient here that Mary is familiar with. I’m not thrilled about the fact that she has mistaken me for one of the patients.

A mental health diagnosis is not a death

Five minutes ago, I trusted Will. I trusted him, even though I hardly knew him. And now I realize he has tricked me. All along, he had me just where he wanted me.

Well, let’s see. I got caught cheating and I’m probably going to get expelled. Also, I’m seeing this little girl who doesn’t actually exist and who keeps urging me to do bad things.

My eyes dart between the labels and come to rest on the chart of the patient in 905. The one with the blue eyes flecked with yellow. My whole body turns cold when I see the name written on the chart: CARPENTER Oh no.

Are you still…” Jade drops her voice a notch. “Seeing things?” I stare at her. “No.” “Because you used to sometimes—” “No, I didn’t.

What is less simple to resolve is the fact that I keep seeing a little blond girl who is not actually there. What is wrong with me? Have I completely lost my mind? I must have.

have to admit, he’s building a very strong case. But I have to remember that I am talking to a man with paranoid schizophrenia.

You have been assigned to overnight call tonight on our primary locked psychiatric unit, Ward D.

After all, many people with schizophrenia aren’t aware that they’re experiencing symptoms.

He makes me want to fill a spiral notebook with bad poetry about his smoldering hazel eyes.

She’s being unfair. It’s not like I didn’t try to be there for her, despite what she did. But she made it so difficult for me. And what she did…

who does nothing but look at rectums all day, because that’s an important job and I could do that.

After all, there’s nothing worse than losing your mind.

How does somebody get to the point where their brain stops functioning like a normal brain? That their reality completely breaks from the reality that every other person in the world lives in?

This night seriously better not end with me needing to stab somebody with a knitting needle.

I have Spidey sense. Like if something is wrong, then I know about it. Because the sense is in the spider. That’s how you know. That’s how everybody knows.

No blood. Nothing.

overnight calls on their rotations, which is

He apparently wants me to hit him (baby) one more time.

Damon Sawyer wants to kill every single one of us tonight.” “Why…” My voice is a hoarse croak. “Why do you think that?” “Because that’s what he told me he’s going to do.

Because that’s what he told me he’s going to do.

What sort of place doesn’t have cell reception? It’s inhumane.

But I always made time to read. Whenever I pick up a book, it’s like an escape. For an hour or two, I get to be part of the book world instead of my own much more boring world.

As I stand up to leave the room, Mary reaches out to grab my arm with her spindly fingers. “Hold onto that knitting needle I gave you, Amy. You’re going to need it.

I have to admit, he’s building a very strong case. But I have to remember that I am talking to a man with paranoid schizophrenia. A man who has been hearing voices telling him to do terrible things, and he has decided it wasn’t necessary for him to take his medications. Of course he’s going to think something suspicious is going on. That’s part of his disease. But there’s some kind of rational explanation for everything. There’s got to be.

I can’t tell Dr. Sleepy the real reason I was tossing and turning last night. I can’t tell anyone the real reason I’m desperately terrified of Ward D.

What if,” I say quietly, “at the end of the night, they get confused and think that I’m one of the patients there and they don’t let me out?

I roll my eyes. Jade’s powers of observation are not exactly stellar. How could she not notice that little girl? The girl stuck out like a sore thumb in her frilly pink dress, all alone like that. And she was right next to me. Wasn’t she?

I’m not interested in psychiatry as a career. Definitely not.” I would take anything else. Surgery, internal medicine, OB/GYN. I’ll even be that kind of doctor who does nothing but look at rectums all day, because that’s an important job and I could do that. But I can’t treat people with psychiatric disorders. It’s the one thing I’ll never do. “I

I can’t help but think that I would trade this night for a date with a guy who picks food out of his teeth with a fork. Hell, I would take a guy who picks his nose with a fork.

The patients locked in this unit are human beings just like everyone else. A mental health diagnosis is not a death sentence. All the patients in this unit are just trying to get better.

But right now, I’m a little less worried about the test than I am about the little girl I keep seeing everywhere I look.

Come on. When have I ever been a jerk to you?” “How about when you dumped me?” “I mean, except for that one time.

She tells me I’m not allowed to watch commercials anymore because I buy everything I see an ad for.

He leads

Taylor Swift posters on the walls

That’s Jade—always willing to take risks.

She could have been barred from seeing the show at all for pulling a stunt like that, but she did it anyway. That’s Jade—always willing to take risks.

they were well controlled, the unit wouldn’t have to be locked, would it? But that’s not the real reason I am dreading my night on Ward D. I can’t tell Dr. Sleepy the real reason I was tossing and turning last night. I can’t tell anyone the real reason I’m desperately terrified of Ward D.

the words she spit out at me just seconds before I ran out of the unit, swearing to myself I would never return ever again: You should be the one locked up here, Amy.

For an hour or two, I get to be part of the book world instead of my own much more boring world.

She laughs again. “I’m not knitting because I enjoy it. I’m knitting for protection.

So that’s why I have to have the ring. The ring is in the thing. It’s the bling. It’s the sting. And if I get the thing, then I’ll have the ring. So that’s why I need it.

chai tea latte.

After all, if you meet someone who is truly crazy, that’s the only way to know that you’re sane.

You should be the one locked up here, Amy.

Will I ever be at a grocery store and need to know the sine of thirty in order to calculate how much change I’m getting? This is like the most stupid and pointless thing ever.

Will

Mr. Ludwig?

Whatever else happens,” she says, “it all ends tonight for you, girlie.” And then her hands wrap around my neck.

The best lies stay close to the truth.

Hello, Amy,” she says. “What brings you to the neighborhood?

If you’re happy and you know it, thank your meds.

All in a day’s work for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

You can meet my boyfriend,” she says.

Hmm, could this be some sort of psychological experiment? Maybe somebody’s watching us with cameras to see if someone will clean out this disgusting refrigerator?

which looks like the kind of computer

a man is standing at the nursing station, wearing green scrubs and a long white coat with the name Richard Beck, MD embroidered over the left breast.

The woman used to burn me with her cigarettes.

Actually, Cameron left a note at the nurses’ station. Apparently, he had some family emergency and had to leave immediately.

Every time I would read something really great, it made me want to write.

narrowly missing a man in a wheelchair.

I also learned about a disease where your urine tastes like maple syrup.

She notices me staring at her, and she flashes me

I glance at the stack of books on his dresser. I hadn’t noticed it before but he was reading A Prayer for Owen Meany, which is one of my favorite books of all time. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anyone approximately my age reading that book before, and I’m not sure how to feel that the first person I’ve seen reading it is in a psychiatric ward. “What?” Will says. “That’s my favorite book,” I say. “Owen Meany.

The code is 347244,” he tells us.

in fact,

If they were well controlled, the unit wouldn’t have to be locked, would it? But that’s not the real reason I am dreading my night on Ward D. I can’t tell Dr. Sleepy the real reason I was tossing and turning last night. I can’t tell anyone the real reason I’m desperately terrified of Ward D.

in my house, there were so many rules. You had to put away your toys after playing with them. Dishes had to go right in the dishwasher after use. You had to brush your teeth before bed.

mental health diagnosis is not a death sentence. All the patients in this unit are just trying to get better.

I don’t know why you don’t just block him!” She’s right—I should block him. And I will. Maybe tomorrow.

The thought of not being able to use my phone soon is nothing short of terrifying. It’s like having my arm amputated.

After all, if you meet someone who is truly mentally ill, that’s the only way to know that you’re sane.

I always loved to read too.” I flip through his dog-eared copy of Owen Meany. “Whenever we were assigned to read a book in school, I would always finish it after two days, even though we were only assigned to read like two chapters.” “That just makes you a nerd,” he says. “I, on the other hand, was a reading renegade. In class, while the teacher was teaching a lesson, I would be reading a book under my desk. I actually got detention for reading. My teacher was always saying, ‘Will, put that book away!

there are heavy gray clouds are

idea that what he just said was complete nonsense. How does somebody get to the point where their brain stops functioning like a normal brain? That their reality completely breaks from the reality that every other person in the world lives in? And what’s to stop it from happening to anyone else?