No worries! I'll try and answer any questions you might have. I'm from America, so my hospital experience was there. I took a bunch of pills at 14, but it wasn't really a wholehearted attempt, more of a "if it's meant to happen, it'll happen." I try not to think that way now, because I know it's my decision and I'm the only one who can make it. But my parents found them then, and it was involuntary. Compared to my more recent experience, I had been extensively planning for months in college when I was 21. I don't know why, but I wasn't 100% set on it. But I had a horrible day and experience and decided I'd try it impulsively. Right before I tried I changed my mind just a little bit. I felt like there was just a little bit of hope still, and I didn't have to rush into it. Idk if that's the SI or whatever, but I'm glad I did. I don't remember much from the first time, but I know it was easier when I made the call to go in myself. I reached out to the professional I had made a safety plan with, and I got a ride to the Emergency Room. I packed some clothes and books because I remembered how I wanted them the first time. I had a friend there to sit with me for a little while, but she had to go home after a bit. Being alone wasn't that bad, just boring because they took all my stuff away. They give it back once you're placed in an actual unit, but I had to wait for a little less than a day to be placed in an actual unit. The waiting wasn't that bad, I mostly took naps and sometimes they have a tv or something. They have nurses I think, for a while, and then whatever people that actually assess you came in and I was just honest with them. They said they thought inpatient was a good step, and I agreed, so we discussed what the best placement would be for me based on location and what each hospital offered. I had to ride in an ambulance to transfer, but the people driving it were really nice and it was interesting at least. When I got there I got a bed and stuff, and soon they gave me my clothes and books back. They had a schedule, but I wasn't forced to take part in anything and slept a lot the first day or so. Eventually I joined everybody else, and there was a wide variety of people but in a smaller group. They had "phone time" to call people, and I would call my mom sometimes, so you won't be totally isolated from the outside world. A lot of places also have some kind of outside time, which I liked a lot. Eventually I saw a therapist there for me specifically, did group therapy, and got my meds done. I can give you more details if you want them, but I don't want to ramble too hard. But overall, it was a good experience for me, and I was glad that I went. The least important part, but something I appreciated, was just the "break" from the "real world" where I had help to try my best to feel less awful. Sorry for the zillion word response, but I hope it was helpful and I don't mind answering any other questions you might have, no matter how personal.