First off, I'd like to apologize for the lack of chapter updates lately. I've been forgetting, but I've also had some personal reasons for it. But on to the chapter. I spent 37 days in residential. We had a daily schedule which consisted of therapy groups, meals, rec time, and a fun group. I used to create and run some groups because it was fun, and I was pretty good at it, since I ran some groups that related to things I've been through. Overall, I had a really good experience in residential treatment. I made friends and met a few people who I liked or even kissed once or twice. My first roommate was amazing. We had the best time hanging out at night, we'd laugh and joke, write poetry together, and had some deep conversations together. We got to know each other pretty quickly and it was hard when they left. But my next roommate was just as awesome. It was just like being with my previous roommate and she was so nice. I wish I had stayed in touch with both of them. There were also three therapists. The way I described them was one didn't push hard enough when it came to challenges or honesty, one pushed too much and too hard when it came to those subjects, and one, my therapist, was right in between. At first I hated her, but in time I came to love her. Leaving was really hard, I even cried, and since some paperwork got messed I went home ten days early. But I have great memories and experiences from my time there. Thank you for reading My Journey Through Mental Health, Going Through it Together. Please remember to collect and comment on, vote on or review this book. Also if you have any topics you'd like me to discuss please put it them in the comments.