I got sent to a semi-lockdown (ok, ok, if you got near the doors you’d get tackled) because some dipshit therapist thought because of my past history I was a danger to myself. First visit, he’s asking my past history, a 1-10 scale of the likeliness I’d off myself (I give a 3, 10 is the likeliest). He tells me I need to be hospitalized despite the fact the day before my psychiatrist, who I’ve seen for years and years, didn’t feel I was in need of hospitalization.

I missed a day of school and my brain was ready to kill itself out of boredom. It’s not Girl, Interrupted in there, it’s dull. I never realized how dull it was before. Happy Mothers Day to my mom, I guess, I got put away for five days.

So today I’ve been studying and catching up and eating normal meals. The food in there is shudder-worthy and I missed out on three and a half days of study time.

I did indeed cancel the appointment the hospital made with the guy who got me locked up. I know I should have put up a fuss but he made it sound official (he’d call my mother and the hospital and whoever necessary to make sure I was there). Next time I’ll say unless the police have me in cuffs I’m not going to go in over completely garbage reasons like that. I was not going to do anything. He didn’t even ask me if I’d contract for safety. Ugh.