I am bipolar. A few years ago I committed myself to a mental hospital for a medication adjustment. Without good medical insurance, I was treated like trash. They took me off all my medicine for three days and made me wait in a room with about fifty people that screamed all night. After all this, I was told that my insurance would not let me stay anywhere with an actual psychiatrist. According to a news article I read this is going on all over the USA. This is a painting of my experience, and how it made it feel. I came for help and they gave me pain.
oil paint, handmade paper, canvas board