so about 5 weeks ago i attempted suicide, then i freaked out and wound up in the er. after around 6 hours of awkward sobbing mother and my stoic father sitting in a tiny room in the er and many awkward tests and peeing in a cup and an extremely uncomfortable visit with the psychiatrist that they had on call i presume because this was at around 3 in the morning, i was shipped of to your local friendly mental hospital. i stayed for 2 weeks and missed the first week of school and band camp and tryouts for swim team. now im out of the hospital and i want to be out of this situation that this has landed me in at my house. im not even allowed to get aspirin for a headache with out my parents watching me. i feel like a prisoner in my own house. i wish i had been successful in my attempt.