I went to the Crisis Response Centre voluntarily because people around me were talking about a Form 4, and I thought going in willingly would prevent a worse scene.
Instead, I ended up held, denied clear answers, refused access to the paperwork I kept asking for, pressured into medication after being shown a needle, and later woke up on PX3 not knowing what PX3 was.
The strangest part is that I left with more empathy than anger.
I saw how fast a person can become paperwork. I saw how basic questions can get treated like agitation. I saw how a hospital can feel like jail when nobody answers you. And I saw how people inside the ward, even people with heavy stories, could feel more human than the system holding us.
I’m not posting this as legal advice or a finished accusation. I’m writing because people need to understand what it feels like to be held under a process you don’t understand.
I wasn’t crazy for asking why my freedom disappeared.