o.o well, I've been neglecting you, haven't I?
For the, like, one person that follows me that doesn't know me in real life, I was gone from real life for five days. No, I wasn't dead or in a coma or anything, I was in a mental hospital.
Its not all straight jackets and shock therapy and padded rooms. Its just like a regular hospital. I felt like I was at a summer camp.
What got me there, you ask?
Suicidal urges.
You see, the night before, I was lying in bed awake thinking about all the bad things that could happen to me.
Then I thought it.
I should kill myself before anything else does.
And then I couldn't get that thought out of my head. I was thinking of ways I might do it. Get all the pills I could find and swallow each bottle. Slit vertically on my arm. Drown myself in the freaking TOILET.
So I told my counselor.
My counselor told my mom.
My mom told a doctor.
The doctor told a mental hospital.
A mental hospital told the doctors to tell my mom that I needed to stay there for a while.
So long story short, while I was in there I gathered the following:
That I have major depressive disorder.
That I have panic disorder without agoraphobia.
A prescription for 20 milligrams of Prozac.
A prescription for 10 milligrams of hydroxyzine.
FUN FACT: hydroxyzine is used to induce drowsiness, calm anxiety, and treat itching :P
