Last Wednesday, I tried to purchase prescription medication with the expressed purpose of overdosing to end my life. I was in such a state that if I had access to anything, no one would've seen me the next day.

The person I tried to purchase the meds from reported me, and I was thus confronted by the social worker I had been seeing here at school. She immediately called my father when he was at work, and called the police to transfer me to Lake Shore Hospital for a psychological assesment. I was brought out through the front door, escorted by four policeman into a police paddy wagon. There were many of my peers in the front to witness this, and whatever commotion that may have been happening was immediately hushed. My face burned white with shame, and the slamming of the wagon's door was the beginning of my incarceration.

For the next few days, I'm going to post my writings from within the hospital that the staff was not aware of.

"Thursday, Oct. 9, 2003, Day 2.

I'm writing this while in a room at Lake Shore Hospital. This is going to be a lot for you to take in at once, so please bear with me.

"I'm in the adolescent in-patient program for psychological assesment. I was commited yesterday by my social worker, and I may be here for at least a week.

"I really wish I could write more, but lights out is in less than a minute."

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