Burn on hand, duty doctor called in:
“But you laughed yesterday! The staff are really confused that this happened after.” FFS.
Nothing more misunderstood than ‘presentation’/public front vs what’s actually going on in reality in mental health. I’d told people all day and for the previous days what was going on, that there were horrific anniversaries, that I was growing in desperation, that I was increasingly hopeless – but they saw me laughing once, so I’m totally fine, right?