Today, well yesterday on my lunch break, I was so sad and so miserable. I called 5 people no one answered. Then I called the suicide hotline. All I did was cry. I am not ashamed to admit, I was ready to sit by the side of the road and wait for a semi to come speeding down the interstate to pull out in front of them. Unfortunately for me, the suicide hotline traced my number, but the funny thing about it is my number is an out of state number so they went to my old address and my former employer. Then somewhere along the way, police officers showed up to my employer in the new state where I live now. In patient facilities are a joke, you are gonna "protect" me from myself for 3 days then send back to the same stimuli that got me here, what is the purpose of the "Baker Act" but then again, I don't live in FL anymore so god in heaven knows what the "commonwealth" laws are. It so sad, they contacted my brother back home and he called me, but when I got off work I went straight to the vodka and cranberry. God help me, I just don't want to see another day.