02-26-2002, 03:36 AM
The short version of why I was there - I repeatedly tried to off myself, my parents actually dragged me out of my bed, threw me in the car and drove me there. I didn't wanna be there for nothing. I ended up being there for about a week and a half. At first, I got it in my head I was smart enough to escape, so I tried whatever I could. That didn't work. Then being locked up started to make me more crazy. I didn't sleep one minute the entire time I was there (shocker) and at one point I found the most annoying songs I could think of and sang them over and over really loud to piss off the guards. For some reason, that made them give me more medication, hmmmm. I tried to figure out a way to end my life there, but the only thing in the room was a sheet, and nothing to hang from, although that would be a bit much for me to do anyway. I talked to god knows how many shrinks, eventually I convinced them I wasn't suicidal anymore and they let me go home. I know, not all that interesting. *sigh*
edit* I was diagnosed with OCD, and paranoia, by the way.
Edited By Rape Fantasizer on Feb. 25 2002 at 10:40
edit* I was diagnosed with OCD, and paranoia, by the way.
Edited By Rape Fantasizer on Feb. 25 2002 at 10:40