I used to be absolutely terrified of the hospital, until I actually had to go there. It turned out to be a sanctuary from my life on the outside, which was awful at the time, and it kept me safe so I couldn't hurt myself. The food was good, there was plenty of groups and other activities, and when I was alone in my room I journaled in the book they gave me. I've never regretted going and won't hesitate to go the next time it becomes necessary. I also realized that there have been other times I probably should've been admitted but refused (mostly during manic episodes).