Why being in a psych ward is nothing like the movies
Why being in a psych ward is nothing like the movies By Alice Amsel Normal text size Where the hell are Winona Ryder and Angelina Jolie? Sitting in my tracksuit pants and a fraying t-shirt, I am taking a drag off a contraband cigarette, smuggled in by my boyfriend. My brittle hair is forming an unintentional dreadlock at the back of my head and my sallow face resembles a bowl of porridge. As I look around the psych ward courtyard, most of the patients look similar. No cool girls’ club, no edgy back stories, no fashionable band of misfits. In fact, nothing about being in a psych ward is cool...