Hello. I am at home waiting to see if there is a bed for me in the local behavioral health unit. I keep crying and there isn't anyone to talk to about what is going on. I called my husband at work and my mother. Neither one seems to understand what I am going through. My husband told me to leave the # for the hospital here for him and he would call me when he gets home from work. I just need someone to understand what I am going through.
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