While struggling with suicidal thoughts, I decided to admit myself into the hospital where I could be safe and receive proper treatment.
You may wonder why it was only a 24-hour stay and you are right. However, what I lived through those 24 hours was enough to break my soul.
I walked in with my mother and my aunt, terrified. The place looked neat, it had a garden, I figured I can take walks and smoke my cigarette in peace while reading my book.
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