I don't know what had gotten into me, I tried to jump off a balcony, that's right. A BALCONY. There were conflicting thoughts and my heart was beating fast. then my mom came into my mind, that's when I snapped out of it. I ran back to my bedroom thinking "why in the world did I just do that?" Hours later, I finally told my mom. I'm sure she was holding in the urge to yell at me. She told me not to tell anyone else. But I did, the very next day. I told my guidance counselor. It looked like she was crying. She called in my mom. She *mom* looked scared and took me home. Days later, we were driving to the hospital to get checked if I needed to go to the mental hospital. My parents argued in the car. All my fault. Everything was my fault at that moment.

I had to change into hospital clothes. I layed in the hospital bed for who knows how long, then a doctor told me someone will come over and ask me questions and conclude if I needed to go to the mental hospital or not. Then a couple more hours later, they arrived via a computer. they asked me things like "what's your name?" or "what got you here?" then a bombshell came from the speakers. "Will you promise not to commit any self destructive acts again?" I said "I promise." I was deemed to be able to go home. BUT THEN when I layed in my bed, I'm sure that was the second largest episode I had. I could hear voices even. Then, I cut my arm. But my dad caught me.