Visit to IMH
There are so much I want to write but circumstances just do not allow it. I have been busy, in fact, busy is an understatement. I have no words to describe what have been happening. For a start, I want to share with you about my visit to IMH which is all part of my study.
I first visited IMH, then, it was called the Woodbridge Hospital when I was in my 20s. I was there with my church group, bringing Christmas cheers and singing carols to the patients. It was a far cry from what I saw today. As I write, the images of Woodbridge Hospital just flooded my mind. It was a run-down place, very dark and dingy. I could still recalled that apart from the mental disorder patients, there were the deformed patients. As a young girl, it was overwhelming to witness all these.
Today, the hospital is so different. It is cheerful, bright and welcoming. It really makes everyone feel better for the patients. That is on the outside.
What I saw inside was heart wrenching. The patients live in bare necessity. They do not even have their own small area to keep their belongings. Yes, I understood the reason for doing that but it is a painful sight to see human dignity stripped down to just the bare minimum when one lives with a mental disorder. Looking back, it seems like my life is destined for the counselling world. At level, I visited St Theresa’s Home that was the place I first visited when I was in my teens. At level 2, I visited IMH, a place I visited when I was in my 20s.
What has God in store for me in this counselling journey? Nothing happens out of coincidence.
Yes, I am a mum. This is a place where I write about this and that.
