How I became part of the coo coo clock

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When I got there, I signed in and went to a room and made me take off my current clothes off. You might think it's really weird that I took my clothes off, but I put on a red sweatshirt and navy sweatpants. I went to a mental hospital what I was wearing one of the kids could've used to kill themselves with. It's just a safety precaution we all have to do.

Rules are rules. Once I get done doing all the safety precautions, I would move on to the unit I'm allowed into. Walking past the café I saw they were all at lunch or maybe it was their dinner.

Whatever it was it smelled delicious. When I entered the unit there was only two kids and three adults. One was near the door looking like he could make a run for it if someone touched him.

The other one was an overweight white chick. That I assessed as anger management only because she's in fighting posture sitting down. Waiting for the others was hard because it was like waiting for that cat that hated you to like you. Finally, they showed up and there were five different kids that walked in all wearing red or blue sweatshirts with blue sweatpants. The kid that caught my eye was the dirty blonde who sat in front of me now. His blue dull eyes locked in with mine as I engaged with the girl, I knew for 2 days of coming here. He was new. It's not like we don't get kids in and out of this place as I was told but it still seemed intriguing to see a new face around here. I was made as a consistent part of this outpatient therapy. It was starting to feel like Inpatient therapy to me.

Who knows maybe I'll get over depression and anxiety by the time I'm out of high school? It hurts knowing you feel like you're the one to blame when in reality you're not. Also, you have to stop blaming other people too. With anxiety, you got to stay living and stay weird. Or nothings ever going to get completed. It hurts to know that you can go and leave people in a blink of an eye. I hate myself but hopefully, this therapy will help. When we start, we tell how we're feeling and how we can improve that. Then finally we split up girls over boys and went into another room we weren't allowed any pencils, but we did have crayons and markers. The question that really got me was when they said how could you make a difference in your life today knowing tomorrow will be better? How was I supposed to answer that? Knowing id have a great life tomorrow made me happy but I don't know what I would do if today was better than I've ever had. I came out of the therapy session thinking hard about that question and I was going to answer it. A few days later I had an answer I would do it for my sister. She was a ray of diverse sunshine in my life. She never had a sad moment unless her favorite character died. Laughing I decided to see if she wanted to play some bored games that was my first step towards being happy. I was redundant to lose.

My next step was to advocate or myself because I really let my grades drop.