Oh, I forgot to make a follow up post, sorry. I was a little frazzled so it just didn't cross my mind when I got released. Overall, it was what I needed. I was there for 8 days total. Was it fun? No. Did I feel like I was in prison? Somewhat. I was placed into a space where I was safe from myself and allowed to heal. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder Type I, and was prescribed medication (including an antipsychotic) to help treat it. I was placed on a stronger antidepressant. Those things, along with being surrounded by other people who were in the same boat as me, allowed me the time to heal enough that I was no longer a danger to myself. Of course, I still had (and have) much healing to do, and I've since been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (real fun one, there), so that's been...a journey. But admitting myself was the right decision in that moment, and I'm very glad I did. As a result, I'm still here and unharmed by myself. I can't say what would have happened if I'd neglected to get help back then when I needed it, but I can only imagine things would have gone worse.

I got what I needed out of it, and I'm still here today, so all things considered, I'd say it went about as well as it could've.