I was in the middle of a nervous breakdown and no one cared. I'm sitting on a "couch" holding my life in a brown paper bag rocking back and forth tears streaming down my face. I had a HORRIBLE migraine and they wouldn't let my wife bring it to me for 2 days then they waited until the end of the 2nd day before they told me it was there. I had all of my freedom stripped away from me and treated just a little better than a criminal in a jail. I sat around with nothing to do for most of the day, being left to my own thoughts. I went there partly because my thoughts were scaring me to an extent (I was picturing in my head how it would look if I killed myself). I could not get that thought out of my mind. Beyond that I can't put into words exactly how horrible it was. All I can say is telling me I need to go back there is like telling a rape victim they have to go back and live with their rapist.