I had been out of the hospital for a bit. I had found a coucelor and someeone to get my meds from. I had been talking to the counselor for some time when I mentioned that I was having urges to cut. I did not want to kill myself at all. Well she freaked out, would not let me go home called my parents and had them drive me to the hospital. If we did not get there be a certain time they would send the police to take me in..

We get to the hospital where they stick me in a room with some old lady the place smelled like piss. At that point I started to freak out. It was bringing back to many memories of my childhood. I started pacing the hall everyone was too busy to sign me in. Yet I wasn't allowed to leave They finally stuck me and my mom in a confrance room. A few hours later a nurse and dr come in. I had had enough they wanted to check me over and I lost it I put my feet on the table and pushed the table over at the nurse and dr. That got me put in the padded room security had to come and take me there I threw my shoes at them.. I was left alone there for god knows how long. I refused to eat or drink anything. At some point they came back telling me I was being transferred to a place called spring harbor i was now under a 72 hour hold and committed by a judge.

I spent 3 days there. I kept telling the dr that I did not want to kill myself that I just wanted to cut. At the end of the 3 days the dr didn't know why a judge would comite me and signed me out.