Lately, I started to enjoy seeing and clerking patients. This feeling started when I was in this posting.
At first, I really felt depressed when clerked them. All about negative feelings, sad life events, etc...I felt pity on them. They have mental-illness, or widely known as crazy. Stigmatization occurs. I also thought them as crazy and had some concept of stigmatization, but as I get to know them and venture into their life, my mind changed.
All the patients here had their own stories to tell, and I was touched by every single of these stories. I realized how weak human can be. I felt really touched when I saw the care and love that the family showered upon the patient, hoping that their loved ones can recover from the mental-illness. I also felt really sad when the family didn't care much of the patient. The family sees the patient as a burden.
I listen to different stories everyday when I clerked different patients each day. However, most of the patients share one similarity, that is they had gone through hard events in their life. Life is so hard that their mind gone hay-wire and even attempted to commit suicide.
In short, I started to love these psychiatric patients.
"One day at a time-this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone; and do not be in troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering." ~Anonymous~