Well, I have been back from a mental facility since Friday, but I did not want to post anything until after I spoke to my private psychiatrist. To spare some of the nitty-gritty details of why the reason behind being admitted, I will admit that what I had done was not the sanest thing in the world. Luckily, the medical physician informed everyone that all I mainly accomplished was several abrasions except for one moderate wound. I was in holding for nine hours, a cop showed up and handcuffed me from the front, the officer sped one-hundred miles per hour to deliver me to a local mental hospital at four a.m. Oh, and I wish to mention that my parents (divorced) were the ones who discovered me and rushed me to the hospital but left around twelve a.m., but man, they left after getting into a huge verbal fight.

While there, I noticed the staff there did not want to give me anything outside of what I had been before taken. I spent most the time watching television, playing with card and board games and doing pretty much non-helpful group therapies, such as listening to random songs for thirty minutes (something I can easily do at home). The facility discharged me after only three days. Though, I do have stories if that interests anyone.

Anyways, this morning, for twenty minutes straight, I detailed what I could with my psychiatrist. And surprisingly, he prescribed me something I thought he would never allow on the basis of our history together. He actually gave me Ativan. And then he prescribed me a higher dose of Lamictal and Gabapentin but lowered my Seroquel dosage. Lastly, he prescribed me some medication called Latuda. I am unsure what that medication is or what the side effects are, so if anyone knows, please tell me.

I feel SO relieved! My doctor understands the serious state that I am in now, so he requested that I schedule an appointment two weeks from now, and to call him up tomorrow. After of all the awful pain I endured, thank goodness there was a light at the end of that tunnel.

The only downside to all this good fortune is the fact I finally verbally stood up to my father for the first time in years, but that is another story that I will get into later.

Side Note: I am not the type to self-harm, so practically everyone has been shocked over the method I used to end my life. And the mental facility was unsure for an hour or two on whether if I were a violent person or not. Then they read the ER report, which stated that I had stayed calm and passive. I wish they had not thought of me as dangerous at all because I have never been that type of person.