Best and Worst Week of My Life

I was only there for a little over a week. I was only supposed to be there for a night or two because of a suicide attempt, but they kept me a bit longer when they discovered my eating disorder. I didn't like anyone there. I didn't like the other girls there, they all made fun of how skinny I was. I didn't like the grown ups because I felt like crap (not to mention the pain in my wrists from the attempt), and they all just said "smile it's not so bad". I felt completely alone, like I had no one that knew what I was going through, and one-on-one and group therapy made me feel that even more. While I was there, I felt horrible, I wanted to get out as fast as I could. But now that I look back on it, it was a time I had to myself (and a break from life) that I greatly needed. I learned a lot about myself from this experience; and although I'm still not the happy girl I want to be, I've learned to be somewhat happy just with me.
blueskitty blueskitty
18-21, F
Aug 6, 2007