You know, it wasn't a bad place to be really because I could be professionally watched while trying meds and I was having delusions. It was safer for me and my family to be there. That said, I was paranoid, so for the first several days it seemed like a bad place. Being around other people who are so unstable is not helpful when you're paranoid. Also, they judge eachother - for example, some of them would comment about "the schizophrenic woman" to me, not realizing I was having delusions and hallucinations as well and could've very well been schizophrenic. I just thought, that could've been me in a couple more days.

In the end though, I'm very lucky I was able to go in for a couple weeks twice now, although obviously I wish I didn't need that help in the first place.