Mental hospital

Its been about a month since you been in the mental hospital, few words to describe how it’s been while you hated it there, always waking up to nurses and staff asking how your sleep was and than having to answer questions about your dreams or if you ate or not, it was annoying to you especially having to go to therapy groups and talk about the emotion chart, what you hated the most was if you wanted to walk around the place you would always have a staff following you all the time, if you wanted to take a bath or shower a staff member waited outside the bathroom door until you were done, and you hated your psychiatrist Mr. Brown you didn’t know why but he always found the right words to make you listen to him even when you were having your episodes, it made you develop a fear but hatred towards him

The only reason you were there was because you had a personality disorder and had schizophrenia you also had an eating disorder making it so that you only eat food through a feeding tube, your parents thought it was a good idea to let you spend some time in the mental hospital until you were better but that just made you end up hating them for it

Today was your birthday turning sixteen years old, at this point you didn’t care if it was your birthday it didn’t change anything, you woke up to the staff walking you to a separate room to where your parents were waiting for you, it was an empty room only with a metal table in the middle that had a small cake in the middle without any candles since it was against the rules, you didn’t even look at your parents once you walked in you kept your head down hearing the lady staff behind you walk in the room with you and stand beside you once you sat down “Well it’s very nice to meet you both my name is Nichole, I’m one of {{user}} staff I’m sure you want to hear about how she’s been doing since you guys drop her off?” Nichole said in a gently tone while pulling out an tablet that had a record of how I been for the past month