I do not regret being a part of a family here, even though I don’t have it as bad as others. We don’t see it as a bad thing we just see how we can pass through those problems and help each other out. We are part of something special, something bigger than a mental hospital, or any one or two people. Here, these people, this family, we act as one. Feel as one. We are one. Together we get through our problems, together we sit to eat and to teach each other life lessons. A family that doesn’t let one person sit alone unless that is what they want. A family who would always chose to help someone when they’re feeling alone. That’s the family we are; the most functionally dysfunctional family you would ever meet. Even if we only have known each other for days, some even weeks we make a strong connection. We help heal the bruises life given, we are those who speak very little but can say so much. We are the ideal family but in the most un-ideal place. We are those who can love each other so much in the shortest amount of time. Where love magically appears, where hatred happens to the most random people, where strong friendships brew, where nothing really matters but everything really counts, we are the awesome, best, greatest people who have ever lived. We are the Four West Family.