the psych hospital

i never knew how sick i was until i was admitted to a psych hospital. I had a major breakdown, and tried to hurt myself. i dont remmeber much ecept i told my friend "I cant promise you ill be safe, and i cant promise i wont hurt myself, and i wont make it till tuesday." One night in the ER half a day in the ER, then going to another place, which was supposed to be 24 hour help, wasnt, back to the ER till late, then off to the psych hospital.
It wasnt like i thought it was, i was met by friendly staff people, was able to eat, slept as late as i wanted the first day anyways, and could sleep as much as i wanted the first two days. By the third day iw as going to classes, and learning stuff, Hopefully i can cope without too much trouble out here. Plans are in place, things getting done, I know God is good, because he allowed me to ask for help. What the devil ment for evil God is going to turn it for good someday. He allowed me to cheer someone up while in there using sign language. and gave me good contacts for after. Im glad it happend, though i pray i dont go through it again. I have to remmber medications arent the enemy Not being on PROPER meds is.