My experience in a psychiatric

So, I got sent into a psychiatric, why? because I threaten to kill myself, I won´t go into details of why I did that... But, I endeed up getting into the Hospital first, and because i showed no regret, they get me into a psychiatric.

So, when i got there, my mother was very much crying, and as a non-empathic, I only looked at her with a blank expression while i tried to comfort her... Even thought the one who was getting in there was me, did I cried? yes, I was at some point scared to not have my phone (My comfort zone). I was also very angry at my parents, my father caused this, and I am suffering the consequences? UNFAIR. But oh well, what more could I do? nothing. So at some point i accepted my destiny. 

I was nervous, and a Doctor came to see me, her name was Italia, (if you know spanish, yes, like the country), and she was kind to me, but I never personally trust her completely, because I have trust issues with adults. I remember the first day someone pass out, she was like 12-13 and got there because of strong anxiety and depression (and as far I´m aware, after she got out it got worse) I was 16 when i get there, it was October and I was very much a ball of anger, but i never verbally show it, i show myself as a happy person.

How many days I was there? a full month and a week.

I remeber something that made me angry, there was a 14 years old there too, but not because of strugle, but because he raped a little girl and killed a lot of cat pets, and he most likely wanted to do the same to the girl who passed out, why I say this? because he wanted to see her even when showering... Not gonna lie, he was creepy as fuck.

We had a lot of games, nothing physical, but game boards, which was awful and now I can´t play UNO without remembering the place.

Nothing bad happend, I just hated being there, who wouldn´t to be honest.

And, of course, the food, the food was disgusting, I don´t eat much, but it was so bad that my parents had to buy food outside for me to eat something...

But, not everything was bad, the girl who passed out and I became friends, let´s call her... Isabella, other girl came there too, let´s call her Frida, but I think her mother sent her there as a punishment and not because she actually care that her daughter tried to commit suicide. We actually discuss about it at some point, she (the mother) said that if a kid have everything, they have no reason to commit, which, I disagry of course, we didn´t discuss much because I cut the conversation, I pretty much was like "I ain´t dealing with this shit".

Now, we didn´t have door for the bathroom, so it was very annoying to shower, and we also didn´t have hot water, so we needed a Bucket with hot water, which was annoying for not say the least.

To be fair, I didn´t had a bad bad time, it was kinda fun to be with Isabella and her mother, she was a kind and caring woman. 

After I got out, at a Wednesday, we found out the same day that my brother has a girlfriend, and I saw my best friend after a full month, (he helped me a lot before I got there) we hug eachother and he almost screamed when he saw me at College, we go to my college so I would be able to not fail the semester. I didn´t fail it, and then we get to have food at a restaurant.

So, did I learn my lesson? No, I would do it again without thinking twice just to make my father suffer a little bit more.

Conclusion: If I´m going to commit I shall do it in silence, lmao just kidding, I won´t do it unless i really don´t have another way out.