I was at school and the counselor wanted to talk to me. So I started talking to her about being depressed and she asked me if I had a plan to kill myself. I said I’ve been thinking of killing myself and if I were to I would use sleeping pills.Then she started crying and said it was because she cared and called the school’s police officer guy and he came in and asked if I was suicidal and I said yes and then I
had to confirm it with another counselor then he searched my bag and then I went in the back of the deputies’ car (without handcuffs) he drove me to Lakeside Behavioral Center and signed paperwork and left. I had to answer some questions too and was given scrubs and waited. Later I went into a classroom there and we talked about our feelings with other kids.I went to lunch,went outside, and drew and I talked to some other kids and became friends. I went to bed at 8pm and woke up at 6am and the shower’s water was cold. I talked to the doctor (psychiatrist) he was nice and understanding and prescribed Sertraline Zoloft 25 Mg. My dad also visited and later I left (I stayed for 4 days).Today is the third day taking the pill and I feel happier, but I’m still suicidal and feel like I have no reason to live.
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It’s good to hear that the doctor at that place was nice, that’s something. I can only imagine the whole process feeling very strange. I sincerely hope that the medicine works out for you.
heard it takes a while for the med to work.
I wish the best for you.