My hospitalization was very eye opening.  I remember going to school at the hospital and my teachers from high school trying to send me my assignments to complete.  Yes, I was in there so long that I went to school everyday there. That is one of the details I do remember about my time there .The other thing I remember is that I was there 69 days.

Holy shit that was a long time!  That was almost unheard of.  There were reasons for my long stay because the social worker assigned to my case was trying to do what he thought was best for me.

The short of it is, that he didn't want me to go home and continue the same patterns of behavior that landed me in the hospital.

While at the hospital, I was able to incite a riot in our unit and the police had to be called in.  It is a long story...maybe for my book...but it ended in me being placed in restraints in the "quiet room".  I remember looking up at the officer and he had the sternest gaze at me.  He asked me if I was going to be any more trouble tonight.  I looked at my restraints and back at him and said "Really?  Does it look like it?"

The next week or so was spent continuing my mental health care.  My social worker did have a solution but it was something that I could never imagined.  He wanted me to attend boarding school.

Here is the beginning of my journey.