I spoke to the Suicide Hotline two months ago. They told me to go to the ER immediately. I was terrified. I can’t even remember the. Last time I’ve been to the hospital aside from physicals and immunizations required for school. They called the nearest hospital for me and arranged my. same-day visit. My friends were concerned and overall scared for my life, so they brought me to the hospital in hopes that that I’ll find a psychiatrist to help me. I do thank my friends for that and I’ll be forever grateful.
Unfortunately not much was done to assure me or even refer me to a psychiatrist. I understand that I was only a visitor of depression and suicide idealation. I wasn’t someone on the brink of death, which is why I felt so out of place. I felt guilty coming here and overall felt like I wasted everyone’s time. There I had a medical exam, I spoke to a few nurses, telling them about why I was severely depressed (which is another story that can’t fit on here). The proceess was about four and a half hours to wait for the medical exam results to be forwarded to the neighboring hospital.
At the end I spoke to a case from an IOP (Intensive outpatient program). She gave me her card and told me to call her. I did the following day, but to no avail I was sent straight to voice-mail. That was fine. I left them a message and continued calling whenever I could. I never heard back from them. I was let down. I saw it coming. Going to the ER wasn’t the best idea. I wish I had a better handle of things. But I am glad that I spoke up. If I hadn’t don’t know where I’d be. Admitting is the first step to recovery.
The medical bill came in the mail two weeks ago. It’s a bit over a two thousand. I don’t know what to to do. Fortunately, I did reach out on my own and found a psychiatrist that accepts my insurance. I visit her regularly and I’m receiving the help that I need and it is affordable.