Worse as in symptoms were getting worse. She wanted to send me to a different facility that had private rooms, buy didn't want me to have to stay there any longer as to wait on one to open up. The rest of the staff was in shock that she was sending me home, and my social worker argued with her. I did hear her chewing out the staff telling them that if any of them had bothered to take the time to talk to me they would know why I was hiding in my room, crying, refusing to attend groups, and with sky high anxiety. I do agree that the unit was making me worse. I'm home, but no where close to being able to resume my normal activities. I guess I'm feeling a great deal of loss of control.