Trapped

It slowly sunk in that I was locked up. The windows couldn’t be opened and the doors to leave the building were locked.

The first night I woke up and I couldn’t breathe. I started to panic that I couldn’t leave and this felt suffocating. I walked into the corridor and one of the nurses asked if I needed help. I said no but then returned back into the corridor. She asked again. I was having a panic attack but they didn’t realise this. As I sat on the edge of the bed three of them surrounded me and took my blood pressure and tested my blood sugars. When they realised there was nothing physically wrong I pleaded to go and stand in the back garden for fresh air. She told me no because she wouldn’t be able to see me. I promised her that I would stand by the door but she refused. She said to go to the window and sit by the mesh covering for fresh air. I reluctantly did this and eventually returned back into bed.