As I lay here, out of breath, the room seems to be spinning. I couldn't move but I felt like running, as far away from this hell as I could. My parents broke down the door, screaming my name and telling me to wake up. There was a dramatic change in the sounds of their voices when they picked up the empty pill bottle, I heard their sobbing and my mother called 911, but I couldn't get out the words to tell them I was okay. While we waited for the ambulance to come, all I wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep, and when I mumbled those words I heard more sobbing. The ambulance finally got here and took me to the hospital where everyone asked me questions that I couldn't answer because I was still so high off the combination of pills I took and the medication they had me on. My brain shut down for about thirty minutes at a time but was woken up by the sound of the beeping monitor they had hooked up to me.
One moment I was asleep and the next I wake up, as nauseous as a human could get, and bam, Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall. It was everywhere, but even worse... There were full pills that haven't digested yet coming out with it.
I only had to stay in the stupid hospital for a day only to get sent to a different hospital. I ended up in Vista Del Mar in Ventura, California. Everyone was so different there, they had some schizophrenic kids (which is basically where you can't think clearly and you see things that are unreal), they had some overly suicidal people, kids that just came from juvy, some with major bipolar disorder, and then there are the ones like me. We don't put out our true feelings about things because we don't like to call attention to ourselves, we just stay in our own little area and make friends as they come and go. My roommate Danielle was honestly the only reason I didn't go even more crazy in that place.
I was released a week after I got there, and when I got home all he'll broke loose at school. None of my friends were allowed to see me because of my disorder, I mean if my kid's friend had severe depression and bipolar disorder I wouldn't make them desert them, but I wouldn't necessarily want them to stay too close either. Mom made me stay in school until I had nothing left, and everything was "okay"... But was it really okay?
So as I remember myself laying on the floor, hopeless, motionless, I never thought that I would live to see tomorrow, but I did, and so can you. Never forget what tomorrow may have in store, because if you do then you may never live to see happiness.
