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The road got bumpy for me when they found an inpatient hospital for me.

They gave away my spot when we got there though, so we had to find another one.

So my parents and I waited for a few hours while they got another hospital for me.

That one, was not for me. I know when your in a hospital you aren't going to like it. But this one was like a prison, gray walls, tile floors... It also was a place mainly for druggies and alcoholics, which I was not a part of. I just needed a place to help me get out of my head. To stop the suicide attempts.





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