11:27 am
EST
Monday.
January 30, 2012
I felt like I was
pulling a Craig Gilner.
In the car.
In silence.
On my way to
an ER.
Later.
Wearing a
hospital gown
and a barcoded wristband.
Talking to a frumpy
social worker
who was not helping.
Earlier.
Talking to a
medical student.
Nikita.
She was sweet,
I would have told her
everything.
They ask
you questions.
A panel
just like they ask
everyone else.
It doesn't mean much.
They rephrase
the question they
hope you don't
say 'yes' to.
So they don't
have to admit
you.
Put you up in a room
for your own safety.
I said no.
Because 'no' is
the truth.
And now I can be home.
I got angry.
And I think it helped.
I think I'm going to be
alright.
My mother called Helpline this morning.
One of my teachers called
my mother this morning.
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