Ahh..Home Unsweet.
I'm so glad to be home.
(Which is a first for me.)
Six days of fucking hell.
Discharged just two days ago.
Traumatized forever.
It all started last Tuesday afternoon, on a bright and sun-shiny day.
I sped over to my doctor's appt. that was scheduled for 2:30.
It was a follow-up to see if my meds were working correctly.
Then my doctor starting prying.
I really do hate it when people do that.
She saw my old scars, and excused herself from the room.
Apparently, she had gone to tell my dad, and then called the cops on me.
She came back in the room, my father & two pigs standing not too far behind.
I had been Baker Act-ed.
The PIG then grabbed me by the arm like I was some sort of criminal and threw me in the back of the copcar.
By then, I was in already crying super frickin' hard to the max.
Then they made me wait for a superlong time until the doctor & my dad came out.
My father didn't say a word as they bumrushed me into the car.
It made me even more mad that he just stood there and watched them take me away.
Right then and there, I went ballistic.
The cop then yanked me out of the car, slammed me face-first onto the trunk and handcuffed me.
They were so tight,I couldn't feel my hands for two whole days afterwards.
It was thee most scariest experience in my life. :'(
[FYI:] The Baker Act is a Florida law under which mentally ill people are involuntarily hospitalized. Under the Baker Act's current provisions, a mentally ill person cannot be held for more than three days. Usually, that means the person is back on the street before medication can improve his/her condition.