I spent 4 days in the local psych unit in December. Basically I tried to OD on oxycontin (480mg up the nose), right before I went to bed so I could "go to sleep forever", and I was amazed that I lived. I had the worst headache ever the next day (most likely from barely breathing through the night, not getting enough oxygen to my brain). If someone was there to find me anywhere but my bed, I would have gotten taken to the E.R. immediately, lol. I find it weird how that works, but I decided it was a stupid idea, told my mom about it, and she flipped **** and called the cops to come take me over there. The cop entered my room, and for the sake of him not finding my cannabis and pipe,I just said "Let's get this over with." Thats exactly what we did, and I ended up being able to sign a voluntary form so it didnt go on my criminal record that I was sent there.
As far as the people that work there, they are all nice as could be and want nothing more than for you to get better. The patients were mostly very normal people who were going through very hard times or just did something really stupid like I did. The four days of socializing with these people who were going through similar events in their lifes was enough to change my whole perspective on life. The best part was I got setup with a new psychiatrist who is in state, so I no longer have to pay $150 per visit to get my meds. I also got a new therapist, who is also paid by my insurance. I have all these resources now, and I'm going to use them, along with this "second chance at life" that I've been given, to do the most I can do with the rest of my life. I've already applied for college, and I have a much more positive outlook on life now. I'm moving on... Hopefully I won't get stuck in another rut lol...
Peace