Help.

So I posted a while ago about cutting. I ended up with my parents seeing it. They took me to the ER I stayed there 3 nights then my first ride in an ambulance was to the psychiatric hospital I was being admitted into. It was such a scary experience. I didn’t even cut myself bad I didn’t even bleed but it did leave scars. I arrived late at night, I had to share a room with a roommate. There was a lot of kids there. Then when I woke up the next morning that I can say was the worst day of my life. I was terrified. I felt so lost and everyone there knew each other. I called my parents and cried saying I wanted out of there. The day after that was better. My roommate and I knew each other better and we got moved to a new room which I though was so much happier then our old scary room. I was admitted December 18 and I got out December 28. That was my worst Christmas ever. Who would want to spend Christmas in a psychiatric hospital. Once I got out, I kinda missed it. We had fun watching movies and playing games and mingling. But the one thing I was very sad about was all the people there. I miss them all very much, I wish I could see them all the time. They will always be my friends. They were the one people I have ever known that understood what it was like and they didn’t judge you. If you have an option to go to a psychiatric hospital I hope you do go. It has helped me so much as a person. Now I have the help I need. I am still depressed but I know how to handle it better. I have a psychiatrist and a therapist now, and I am so  grateful .