I've been hospitalized twice. The first time I slit my wrists and the second time I was going to stab my co-worker but thankfully I had a moment of clarity and just left. I hated the fact I had to be hospitalized. It made me feel even worse but ultimately it was the best thing for me. I went in through the ER and some of the staff were not very nice. I spent several hours there before being moved to a room in the psych ward where the people were much nicer. I shared a room with another women for 5 days each time. They feed us a lot which I thought was funny. We were told we could order whatever we wanted and as much as we wanted plus there were plenty of snacks around all day.

In addition to meeting with a doctor I also met with a social worker and attended group. They also had activities and lots of tv's. The nicest person was the lady who ran the kitchen. She was like a grandmother and so sweet. We could have visitors but it was strange waving goodbye when they were checked out and onto the elevator. They even offered car service if you didn't have anyone to pick you up when you were discharged. In hind sight I think I was very lucky and my experience was a hell of a lot better then most.