Getting Out of the Hospital

So, I just spent a week in Havenwyck Hospital. Havenwyck, for those who do not know, is a psychiatric inpatient hospital. It really helped a lot being there, I felt safe, I knew I couldn't hurt myself while I was there. We had a bunch of groups and stuff that taught us coping skills, and the staff were really nice. It was a great experience, and I know that if I need to go there again I will. I have learned some ways to manage the depression and the suicidal thoughts, and I plan to use those coping skills when I need them. I really am hoping that this is that last time that I have to be hospitalized. I hope this because, though the staff and experience were great, I missed my freedom. No internet, no cellphones, no shoe laces, no engagement ring, basically you couldn't have anything unless they said it was okay. Looking out the window of my room, all I saw was more of Havenwyck, not the real world. Going outside I knew I was still not free. Having freedom back is a wonderful feeling, though I kinda miss being there.