In August, during the time I was living in the storage room, I became severely depressed. My sister happened to have been visiting my mother and I asked her to take me to the mental health facility in Washington on her way home. There I asked to be committed to the psychiatric unit. I was transferred to Cherry Hospital.
When I arrived at the Mental Health Facility, as I was trying to explain to the Psychiatrist what was going on, I started shaking uncontrollably, like I was freezing to death. She gave me some meds to calm me down.
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