No, I did not take my life but cried out for help. My good friends, NOT MY FAMILY, came to my rescue. I am now in the Priory, somewhere on the mainland and away from the thuggery of the police and the conspiracy of my family.
Yes, some of the people are nice but some of the staff are just little hitlers. I offered my car keys when I arrived but no one took them. Now a little hitler has taken them. I had enough of hearing all about the patients calling their loved ones because I have no one so I walked away and laid on the tailgate of my car, listening to the birds and calming me down. Gosh, that was not allowed either.
I can get on the net, albeit that it is behaves like dial up but I cannot get on my emails because they are blocked; talk about lack of freedom. I can speak to no one, no one at all, not even my friends on the island.
I am totally isolated.
I got my keys from my room and thrust them in her hand saying that if it was not for Covid, I would book a hotel for 6 weeks, bugger off and sort myself out, as I have always done. After all, I came here voluntarily.
Quite frankly, this place is worse than being on the Isle of Wight, locked up tight in my house