Well, I went to the "hospital" and I was supposed to stay until December 2nd. I got there on the 28th. But they put me in a room with someone else. I had to share a room with someone else. I told them before I entered the "program" that I was not comfortable sharing a room with anyone. Well, THEY decide that it can't be worked out that way... but only AFTER my hubby has already dropped me off and left. If I had known this before he left, I'd have never stayed. So, even though I was uncomfortable, I tried to make it work. They had me roomed with an 18 year old girl that had just been transferred from another facility because she took a piece of glass and sliced both of her arms from shoulder to thumb. She had more stitches in her arms than I have ever seen on any one human in my life. I felt really sorry for her.. We talked for awhile.. just about regular things like our families, and kids, and things we like or dislike. Everything seemed to be going well. Then night came. This poor girl completely lost it. She was screaming and yelling... I couldn't understand a word she was saying. She took all of her clothes out of her closet and was throwing them out all over the room. She was crying hysterically. Needless to say, I was COMPLETELY freaked out. The staff came in and got her calmed down. I immediately asked for another room.... ALONE. They explained that they didn't have any single beds open. They assured me that "she" wouldn't hurt me, that everything was fine now, and to just try to get some sleep. HA! There's no way that I could have gone to sleep after that. So I tossed and turned all night. Morning came, and I went through the day talking to some of the other patients and everything was ok for a little while. THe staff told me that they were working on getting me another room. They still had nothing worked out by bedtime, so I had to spend another night being terrified. I understand this girl probably has many problems that she can't help. And I did feel sorry for her for having to go through the things she has to go through. But I was there to get BETTER...not to have my nerves and and anxiety all worked up. I think I was more nervous in the place where I was supposed to be getting help than I am at home. Needless to say, I called my husband to come and pick me up early this morning. I couldn't handle another night like that. This "program" that I agreed to do was called the Crisis Stabilization Program or CSP. My new pdoc even recommended it for me. I did at least get my new meds. So, that's the good thing that came out of all of this. I'm just at a loss for words. I don't know what to think about this place... or if I should give this program another chance. ughhh