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Hahahaha, pretty crappy. I had a secret pen and notebook (you weren't meant to have pens, incase you tried to stab yourself I guess)

The girl I shared a bathroom with never spoke to me once, but I befriended a bipolar man, who played wii tennis with me and told me about his kids who he was trying to get better for. He was an incredible artist and he painted me a bonsai tree with chinese words that I think say 'peace happiness and love' before I finally left. It was sweet.

There was also a girl around my age who escaped with me to the park one day. The doctors told her she had teenage angst as well, but I may have peeked at her diary and she definitely had more problems than that. I think about her sometimes, and I really hope she's getting better. She was lovely.

They gave me no reason. I tried to check out the next day, they told me I had to stay and start taking new medication. I said I wanted to beat this drug free, as a bad reaction to new anti-depressants is what landed me there in the first place.

Then suddenly, my doctor was away and I couldn't see anyone else, then I needed to attend more therapy, then I wasn't doing enough in group sessions, then my doctor was back, but he was too busy to see me, then I had to make peace with my mum before I could leave, then I couldn't leave unless it was into a responsible adults care. (Please note I live in Australia, so by law I was an adult at this stage...)

Mostly B, but a little of D. Mind you, I can't rap for shit, so it was mostly really depressing attempts of cheering myself up.

Haha a lot of my final breakdown had to do with a guy I was seeing, and the demise of the 'relationship' brought out all of the flaws in my life choices, and I couldn't deal with it. Not his fault at all, but definitely an eye opener to me.

Luckily, I was really close with my boss and she was a major part of convincing me to admit myself.

They should have let you call, that's ridiculous. Not sure where you're from, but Australia has a system called 'official visitors' or something like that, who work as advocates for inpatients.

How are you feeling now?

It was all paid for by medicare though, that's the thing. I didn't leave a cent out of pocket. (Except for what I should have been earning at work, I guess)