The system is horribly flawed. In crisis? Pdoc, nurse, therapist, every one says call the crisis line. Do that and all you'll get is a cop at the door to put you in a $800 ambulance ride so you can sit in a tiny room for anywhere from a day to a month to be transfered to a place where they put you on all these meds and set you home whenever you say "this second I don't want to put a bullet in my brain." Then you get home and say "****, this sucks." and then you spiral. and spiral.
Then eventually you say "the system doesn't help" " there is no help anywhere else" "I do want to put that bullet in my brain."
So you tell your treatment team. They tell you to call the crisis line again. Cycle repeats.
Maybe it's better somewhere else, but I sure as **** don't have the money to go somewhere else.
I'm no longer telling my treatment team. I'm no longer calling the crisis line. All they do is piss me off

I'm going to single handedly fix the system. I'll start protests, call whoever, make emails, I'm going to fix this. I'll make myself president of the world if I have to.