I was so scared to take the medications when I first arrived.
Everyone said I was going crazy.
I felt if I took them I actually would be and would be like everyone else in that metal hospital.
But I was different from other children my age then.
I was 14 when I first came here.
They put me in a empty room with a just a simple small bed that creaked whenever I got on it.
The nurse came with all colored pills.
I would refuse to take the medications.
I wanted to just be normal like everyone else.
I didn't wanna hurt anymore but I was getting more desperate.
I wanted the pain to stop.
I'd bang my head on the walls and scream till it would stop.
They put me in a foam room and said I wouldn't be able to leave until I decided to take my meds and stop trying to hurt myself.
I hated it in there, I felt like I was actually going mad.
I eventually stopped and agreed.
