I spent a week in a psychiatric mental health hospital, but I'm not crazy.
I was admitted against my own will, but I'm not crazy.
I tried to leave, but they wouldn't let me.
I'm not crazy.
For the first 48 hours, I wasn't allowed to wear my own clothes, but I'm not crazy.
I tried to commit suicide, yet again for the sixth time, but I'm not crazy.
I hurt so much inside constantly, but I'm not crazy.
I wasn't allowed to even hold a pencil, but I'm not crazy.
I cried myself to sleep the first night I was there, but I'm not crazy.
I was constantly monitored; every fifteen minutes they would write down exactly what I was doing.
I was scared.
I'm not crazy.
I loved the feeling of the blade from the knife against my arm, but I'm not crazy.
I was terrified for what I was going to do to myself, but I'm not crazy.
My freedom was taken away from me, but I'm not crazy.
I'm just depressed.
I struggle to get out of bed every morning, but I'm not crazy.
I hate being around people, because I have to fake how I really feel; but I'm not crazy.
My favorite part of the day is lying in the dark and not having to feel anything, but I'm not crazy.
I was left alone with just my thoughts, but I'm not crazy.
I have multiple panic attacks every day, but I'm not crazy.
My anxiety always seems to get the best of me, but I'm not crazy.
I take multiple sleeping pills every night just so I don't have to keep feeling the pain of all my emotions that are deeply embedded within me.
I constantly feel so alone inside, but I'm not crazy.
I needed help, but I'm not crazy.
I spent a week in a psychiatric mental health hospital, and I got better.
I learned that I'm just as worthy as everyone else; I'm not crazy.
I can't control the actions of other people and that's okay; I'm not crazy.
It's okay to cry; I'm not crazy.
I learned that I'm not the only one who constantly hurts all the time; I'm not crazy.
I found inner peace; I'm not crazy.
I spent a week in a psychiatric mental health hospital, and I'm not crazy.





















