My story is a very sad one if I can say myself because it IS my story, after all. When I was five, I was one of the victims out of 28 of my biological father's doings. So let's just say he did something very, very horrible. I am not allowed to have contact till the day I turn 18. Well, let me tell you one thing, it will never happen. I am too scared. If you knew, you wouldn't blame me. One person in this room knows. Possibly 2. Anyways, I recently got out of a mental hospital called Harsha in Terre Haute. I needed some time away from everything for a little while, so on  Wednesday, the 22nd, I went home and went straight there. My goal was to pretty much straighten up my behaviours at home. All I saw was a cell behind bars. I was capital S. So, let me tell you my story. The story is placed in a couple different buildings: Harsha, my house, and school. The characters: Murphy, Me, Mom, and Sam.
    

When my mom left she said, " I know you probably hate me, but I am doing it for you to better yourself."
I responded, " I don't hate you, Mom."
 

After we finished admission, they did my inventory, which means they checked my things for anything that I can use to attempt suicide. After that, they showed me my room and I ate dinner. The rooms looked very comfy, the food also tasted very good. Then after we watched a movie, we got ready for bed. We went to bed over at the child unit at 8:00 to 8:30. But, the next day, after family therapy, I was moved over to the adolescents unit because I was too mature for the child unit. There we learned about substance abuse.  Which is using drugs, caffeine, etc. so much to the extent of hurting your body majorly for life. 
    

I also learned how to control my anger. Every evening, we set goals for the next day. Every day I met my goals. One day, a tech told us we were just like trees. We all have storms at times. I felt happy to be able to get help. I was happy to hear the laughing voices. I was grateful to wake up knowing I was a different person now. In my mind, I saw myself going home as different person. One day, I met a life changing person. That person's name was Murphy. She was always there to talk to me when I needed it most. Although she was very forgetful, she never failed to make me smile.
  

One day, she found me in my room crying.

She walked up to me and said, "What's wrong, Sally?" Sally was my nickname for her.

I smiled, of course, but replied, "I just don't want to leave you guys. I mean, all the techs; like Sam, Cody, Colin, Cory, all of them. But I will miss you the most." I sobbed harder.

Murphy came over to the bed and sat down next to me and hugged me, "I'll miss you, too. But I will never forget you. You are my favourite. Always will be. Come on, its time for a snack."

     "Ok."
     "Come on then, Mrs. Sally."
     I smiled.
   When we were back out in the day room, Sam saw me crying.
     "Are you okay?"
     "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little break down," I replied.
     "Okay, lets eat a snack!"
    

Any way, later on 4 days afterwards, we were getting ready for bed. I was pulled off by a doctor.

"Do you think you are ready to go home," he asked me.
"Yes, I do."
"Well, you are going home tomorrow."
"Really? Yes!"
"Yes you are!"

The next day, I woke up and took a shower, did our daily shower routine.

When it was time for me to leave, Janet said, "I'm really gonna miss you."

"Me too," I replied.

When my mom came, I packed every thing up. After I told everyone goodbye, I walked out and saw my mom. I ran into her arms crying. I told her that I had really changed. And up to this day, I still am a different person. I live a happier life. I want everyone to know that they can change only if they want to. But only they can make it happen.

Special thanks to my family, friends, and much more. You all have changed my life forever. Thank you.