Had a breakdown. Wound up in the looney ward for 24 hours. I totally wasn’t even suicidal. I just wanted help. This is what happens when you have PTSD and anxiety and ask for help. You go in and ask for help, and they admit you and declare you’re suicidal even though you explicitly say you’re not suicidal.
You tell them, “I don’t want to die. I just want to stop hurting.” Boom. They say you’re fucking suicidal and admit you. Fuck them.
I’m angry. I’m angry as hell.
The Unholy Sister 