I did this piece of a lovely girl I met while I was staying in hospital. She was quite charming, though of course she was seriously messed up. She had a little boy and was trying to get her act together so she could look after him properly. She was only twenty.
I was in hospital for ECT, or electro convulsive therapy, or rather - shock treatment. It was the last recourse to treat my depression and is only a last resort in general and specifically for me. There should be a RANT about my hospital stay somewhere on the previous page - I haven't as yet added it.
I made some good friends while I was there - I think I stayed for two months. I was very sick and so my work stalled. See the bipolar and Paul page if you want to find out why.
One of the side effects of ECT is severe memory loss and so - I had to go back again to remember this girl's name. I have a lot of phone numbers in my phone from the experience and I have no idea to whom they would connect me should I ring them.
ECT offers an 80% chance of affecting clinical depression. This is in comparison to the only other hope pharmaceutically - anti-depressants. They have a 30% chance of making any difference at all.
But it is at a terrible price.
(My memory is non-existent of this period. I have a scattered week of fractured memory from that YEAR. A potent example, perhaps, is that I named this PAGE ITSELF Christine and not Charmagne. As with the rest of the information here, I had to research it and find out in 2005.)
Charmagne
Bitumen, 110x 52 cms.
Available for sale
There is more on this particular period in my life on this page:
