Mental hospital
A place meant to help didn’t it made me worse I found this site and decided it was the perfect place to tell my story . Back in 1970 my life was really bad . I was 15 and off the rails . I was using drugs bad . I had made myself so anorexic you could see my ribs and my hips through my skin you could even feel them . My mum was a teacher and my dad was a police officer . Well this all happened one afternoon when I got caught with friends by some police using pot . Mum and dad blew it and back in them days there way to fix me was to send me to a mental hospital . The day I arrived I fought so hard …