A rest at Mountain Crest.

I know I had issues, yes, but being admitted into a mental hospital definitely opened my eyes to...well, myself. I could no longer play the part of the sane, strong teenage girl that i had previously believed myself to be. At least not in a institution were professionals were trained to see through me, and where my peers had felt the same pains that haunted me. After all, things can get quiet interesting when you're locked up with fellow self conscious, angst filled teenagers who all have an unspoken understanding of each-other. Tears were shed, laughs were shared, and friendships built and lost. This is my story.