I never thought I'd be posting here, considering I was really well in 2012 and even felt I would only be back here to be a support for others during their hardest times. I figured I would be a success story--someone who made it through the darkness and could offer a rope to functionality and clarity for others. Unfortunately, depression is a life-long battle in my case, and I think this time I've really realized that I'll be dealing with it forever. Recently I had an attempt (or near attempt, I guess), and my girlfriend ended up calling 911 from work. I have never felt so low or horrible or humiliated as when I had to be treated as a danger to myself and others and placed in handcuffs. I was cuffed to a hospital bed for 3 hours while they did my medical clearance, and then I was transferred to a county mental health facility for emergency involuntary detention. I was there for less than 24 hours, luckily (probably because I already had a therapy appointment set and was on anti-depressants), and I found it so bizarre and depressing and uncomfortable that I can't fathom what it would be like to be court-ordered to stay there for weeks (or months) like some of the others. It was this weird line between living in the real world and living in the "crazy" world. And yet, sometimes I felt that the patients there were more normal than the nurses and doctors. But then, I guess all of us were messed up together. Has anyone else been detained like this? How long was your ordeal? How did you cope? How are you making sure you never end up that low again? I'd love to know how you're doing so we can bond together and agree to never go back to that.