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I'm Belinda. Plot twist: I'm both a recovering addict AND a substance use disorder clinician. If you'd told me years ago I'd be where I am today, I would've laughed so hard I might've fallen off my barstool. But here we are, and somehow life turned out way better than any high I chased back in the day. I started this blog because we need to cut through all the BS around addiction and recovery. There's enough shame and stigma out there, and I'm pretty much done with it. It's time to get uncomfortable and talk about the stuff nobody wants to talk about. The messy parts. The real parts. Home-wise, I'm living my best chaos in northern Wisconsin with my incredible partner (our family's human rock), two amazing boys (one rocking the autism spectrum), a weirdly lovable dog named Baby Dog, and a cat named Steve. While our neck of the woods is postcard-pretty, we're not immune to the addiction crisis. This blog? It's going to be honest. Sometimes painfully so. Sometimes funny (because if we can't laugh at the darkness, what's the point?). Always real. Welcome to my corner of the internet, where recovery meets reality, and we don't sugarcoat a damn thing.

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Jail, Psych Wards, and the Great American Ping-Pong Game: Why the System Can’t Decide What’s Wrong With You



Welcome to the Ping-Pong Championships

If you’ve ever been “lucky” enough to bounce between jail and the psych ward, you know what I mean by “the Great American Ping-Pong Game.” It’s like the universe took a look at your mental health and addiction issues and said, “Let’s see how many times we can make this one ricochet off the institutions before something sticks.” Spoiler: nothing ever really sticks. The ball just keeps going.

I’ve lived it. I’ve watched clients live it. I’ve sat in fluorescent-lit rooms with people who have racked up more intake assessments than traffic tickets, and I’ve seen that look in their eyes—the one that says, “Does anyone actually see me under all this paperwork?” The answer, half the time: not really.


Meet “Jake”—The Human Ping-Pong Ball

Let me introduce you to Jake (not his real name, but his story is all too real). Jake’s been in and out of the system since he was old enough to drive—hell, maybe before. He’s got a rap sheet with more pages than some people’s high school yearbooks, and a diagnosis list that reads like a pharmacy aisle: bipolar, PTSD, substance use disorder, anxiety, depression. Meth was his “go-to,” but honestly, anything to quiet the noise would do.

Jake’s first big bounce? Arrested at 19 for possession and “acting erratic” (read: full-blown mania, nobody caught it). He does a week in jail—no psych eval, just a cell and a cot. Released, no treatment, no follow-up. A month later, he’s in the ER after a suicide attempt. Now he’s in the psych ward—72 hours, a new diagnosis, a prescription, and a stack of discharge papers. No one asks about the meth. Nobody follows up on the meds.

Two weeks later, he’s back in jail for violating probation (missed a meeting; he was too depressed to get out of bed). In jail, the “treatment” is a cold turkey detox and a pamphlet about choices. When he finally gets out, he’s lost his job, his apartment, and whatever little trust he still had in the system. Rinse, repeat—over and over, for years.


Why the System Loves Its Ping-Pong Balls

You’d think after the third or fourth bounce, someone would notice the pattern. But the truth is, our systems are set up to treat symptoms, not people. Jail handles the crime. Psych wards handle the crisis. Substance use treatment handles the drugs. Each one with a different clipboard, a different intake, and a different set of rules about who’s “their problem.”

Nobody wants to admit that Jake—and the thousands like him—live at the intersection of all these things. Nobody wants to own the whole mess, because owning the mess means getting your hands dirty. It’s easier to just keep paddling the ball back and forth.


What Does It Do to a Person? (Hint: It’s Not Rehabilitation)

If you ask Jake, he’ll tell you: it’s not the jail food or the hospital gowns that break you. It’s the feeling that you’re always in the wrong place, surrounded by people who don’t really know what to do with you. In jail, you’re a “psych case.” In the psych ward, you’re “too addicted.” In outpatient, you’re “too crazy for group.” Everywhere, you’re too much of something and not enough of something else.

The effect? You stop believing in help. You stop believing in yourself. You start seeing yourself as a problem, not a person. And if you’re lucky—really lucky—you find someone, somewhere, who finally says, “Hey, maybe you need all these things at once, and maybe you deserve help anyway.”


So, What Do We Do? (Besides Burn Out or Give Up)

First, let’s call this what it is: a broken system that’s failing real people every day. If you’re a professional, you already know the feeling of trying to coordinate care between agencies that don’t talk to each other, or having to tell a client, “Sorry, we can’t help with that here.” If you’re in recovery, you know what it’s like to be bounced around like a problem nobody wants.

So where do we even start?

For Professionals:

  • Push for integrated care. That means clinics that treat mental health and addiction, under the same roof, with people trained to understand both.
  • Stop the gatekeeping. If someone’s in crisis, don’t send them away because “they’re too high” or “too sick.” Find the bridge, not the exit.
  • Advocate for better funding, more training, and fewer silos. Collaboration should be the rule, not the exception.
  • Remember the person. Jake isn’t a diagnosis or a criminal or a file number. He’s a human being, and he deserves a shot at something better.

For Clients and People in Recovery:

  • Be your own advocate, even when it’s hard. If you don’t get what you need at one place, keep asking. Keep knocking.
  • Find the places that do get it. They exist, even if they’re rare. Peer-run organizations, integrated clinics, harm reduction groups—these folks understand the ping-pong game and want to help you break out.
  • Share your story. The more we talk about this, the harder it is for the system to pretend it’s not happening. Find allies, online and off. You’re not alone, even if it feels like it.

Resources to Help Break the Cycle:


Does the World Even Know This Is a Problem?

Honestly? Most people have no idea. Unless you’ve lived it—or worked in it—the ping-pong game is invisible. The headlines focus on “overdose crisis” or “mental health epidemic” or “recidivism rates,” but nobody’s connecting the dots. Meanwhile, Jake (and so many others) are bouncing around in the background, getting bruised every time the ball changes hands.

It’s up to us—those who’ve lived it and those who see it every day—to make enough noise that the world can’t ignore it anymore.


The Ball Is in Our Court

I wish I could say there’s a magic fix, but the truth is, breaking out of the ping-pong game takes work from all sides. For professionals: fight for integrated, compassionate, person-first care. For people in recovery: keep pushing, keep sharing, keep demanding to be seen as a whole person, not just a problem to be passed around.

If you’ve ever felt like the world’s worst game of ping-pong, you’re not alone—and you’re not the ball. You’re a person, and you deserve a shot at a life that’s more than just bouncing from crisis to crisis.

Let’s make sure the next time someone asks, “Whose problem is this?” the answer is, “Ours.” Because that’s the only way we’re ever going to win this game.-Belle-

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